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MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL.
O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty,
And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my luye I ken brawlie,
My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree ;
It's a' for the hiney he'll cherish the bee, My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller,
He can na hae luve to spare for me.
Your proffer a' luve's an airle-penny,
My tocher's the bargain ye wad buy ; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin,
Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try.
Ye're Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood,
Ye're like to the bark o'yon rotten tree, Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread,
And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me.
THEN GUIDWIFE COUNT THE LAWIN
GANE is the day and mirk's the night,
For ale and brandy's stars and moon, · And blude red wine's the rysin sun.
Then guidwife count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin, Then guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair.
There's wealth and ease for gentlemen,
Then guidwife count, &c.
My coggie is a haly pool,
Then guidwife count, &c,
What can a young Lassie do wi' an auld Man.
WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young
lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an lan'!
Bad luck on the pennie. &c.
He's always compleenin frae mornin to e’enin,
He hosts and he hirplcs the weary day lang ; He's doyl’t and he's dozin, his blude it is frozen,
0, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man !
He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers,
I never can please him, do a’ that I can ; He’s peevish, and jealous of a' the young fellows, O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!