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Their jeering gaes aft to my heart wi' a knell,
When through the wood, laddie, I wander myselL
Then stay, my dear Sandy, nae langer away
Bat, quick as an arrow.
Haste here to thy marrow,
Wba's living in languor till that happy day,
When through the wood, laddie, thegither we'll gae.*
BIDE YE YET.
TvsE—Bide ye yet.
Oh, had I a house and a cantie wee fire,
A bonnie wee wifie to praise and admire,
A bonnie wee yardie beside a wee burn,
Fareweel to the bodies that yammer and mourn,
And bide ye yet, and bide ye yet.
Ye little ken what may betide me yet
Some bonnie wee bodie may fa' to my lot.
And I'll aye be cantie wi' thinkin' o't.
When I gang a-field and come hame at e'en,
I'll find my wee wifie fu' neat and fu' clean
And a bonnie wee bairnie upon her knee,
That 'II cry Papa, or Daddie, to me.
I carena a button for sacks fu' o' cash ;
Let wizen'd auld bachelors think on sic trash :
Gie me my dear lassie to sit on my knee ;
A kiss o' her mou is worth thousands to me.
And if there ever should happen to be
A difference atween my wee wifie and me
* From the Tea-Table MisceUany, 1724.
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