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In my Hey-day of Youth.
1823.
In my hey-day of youth, when each pulse beat to glee,
I roved amang lasses o' ilka degree,
The gentle, the semple, the cauld, and the kind,
The neat country girl, and the lady refined;
But when I looked out a companion for life,
I found nane to suit like my ain little Wife!
I roved amang lasses o' ilka degree,
The gentle, the semple, the cauld, and the kind,
The neat country girl, and the lady refined;
But when I looked out a companion for life,
I found nane to suit like my ain little Wife!
She was heir to na wealth, but to balance it a',
Her tastes were na nice, and her wishes were la';
Her forbears were poor, but to tell it I'm fain,
She need na to blush for their deeds nor her ain;
The tap o' the cassay they trod on thro' life,
And left their fair fame to my ain little Wife;
Her tastes were na nice, and her wishes were la';
Her forbears were poor, but to tell it I'm fain,
She need na to blush for their deeds nor her ain;
The tap o' the cassay they trod on thro' life,
And left their fair fame to my ain little Wife;
By the ingle at e'en, when my labour is o'er,
I draw my chair ben on a nice sanded floor,
Then I tell her a tale, or she sings me a sang,
And the lang winter nights are to us never lang;
While to keep a' things tidy's the pride o' her life,
And I ca' her in rapture my ain little Wife!
I draw my chair ben on a nice sanded floor,
Then I tell her a tale, or she sings me a sang,
And the lang winter nights are to us never lang;
While to keep a' things tidy's the pride o' her life,
And I ca' her in rapture my ain little Wife!
If there's gloom in her e'e—as a vapour will rise
And darken the bluest o' Simmer's blue skies—
It stays na sae lang till it quite disappears,
Laughed aff by a love-blink, or melted in tears,
In tears that bring feelings the sweetest in life,
As I clasp to my bosom my am little Wife!
And darken the bluest o' Simmer's blue skies—
It stays na sae lang till it quite disappears,
Laughed aff by a love-blink, or melted in tears,
In tears that bring feelings the sweetest in life,
As I clasp to my bosom my am little Wife!
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