The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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Wi' aiken woody bands,
And that may haud your tocher.
Consider weel, gudeman,
We hae but borrowed gear ;
The horse that I ride on
Is Sandy Wilson's mare ;
The saddle's nane o' my ain,
And thae's but borrow'd boots,
And when that I gae hame,
I maun tak to my coots ;
The cloak is Geordy Watt's,
That gars me look sae crouse ;
Come fill us a cogue o' swats,
We'll mak nae mair toom roose.
I like you weel, young lad,
For telling me sae plain ;
I married when little I had
O' gear that was my ain.
But sin' that things are sae.
The bride she maun come forth,
Though a' the gear she'll hae,
'Twill be but little worth.
A bargain it maun be,
Fye, cry on Giles the mither
Content am I, quo' she,
E'en gar the hizzie come hither.
The bride she gaed to her bed,
The bridegroom he cam till her ;
The fiddler crap in at the fit,
And they cuddled it a' thegither.
* Printed in (he Tea-Table Miscellany, (1724,) with the signature letter
Z, indicating that it was then a song of unknown age.
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