with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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But blinks o' her beauty, and hopes o' her siMer,
Forced him at last to tell his mind till her
My dear, quo' he, we'll nae langer tarry.
Gin ye can lo'e me, let's o'er the moor and marry.
Come awa then, my Norland laddie,
Tho' we gang neat, some are mair gaudy
Albeit I hae neither land nor money.
Come, and I'll ware my beauty on thee.
Ye lasses o' the South, ye're a' for dressin
Lasses o' the North, mind milkin and threshin
My minnie wad be angry, and sae wad my daddie,
Should I marry ane as dink as a lady.
I maun hae a wife that will rise i' the mornin,
Cruddle a' the milk, and keep the house a scauldin
Tulzie wi' her neebors, and learn at my minnie,.
A Norland Jocky maun hae a Norland Jenny.
My father's only dochter, wi' farms and siller ready.
Wad be ill bestowed upon sic a clownish body
A' that I said was to try what was in thee,
Gae hame, ye Norland Jockie, and court your Nor-
land Jenny
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