The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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My dochter ye shall hae,
I'll gie you her by the hand
But I'll part wi' my wife, by my fay.
Or I part wi' my land.
Your tocher it shall be good,
There's nane shall hae its maik,
The lass bound in her snood,
And crummie wha kens her stake,
Wi' an auld bedding o' claes.
Was left me by my mither
They're jet black o'er wi' flaes ;
Ye may cuddle in them thegither.
Ye speak richt weel, gudeman.
But ye maun mend your hand,
And think o' modesty,
Gin ye'll no quit your land.
We are but young, ye ken.
And now we're gaun thegither,
A house is but and ben.
And Crummie will want her fother.
The bairns are coming on.
And they'll cry, O their mither
We've neither pat nor pan.
But four bare legs thegither.
Your tocher's be guid eneuch,
For that ye needna fear,
Twa good stilts to the pleuch.
And ye yoursell maun steer
Ye sail hae twa guid pocks.
That ance were o' the tweel,
The tane to baud the groats,
The tither to baud the meal
Wi' an auld kist made o' the wands.
And that sail be your coffer,
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