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Girl To Her Chance-Bairn

SOME neets are made for courtin',
Neets when a new-born moon
Lies like a bairn in a creddle o' trees
An' rockin' sounds like incomin' seas,
As t' young wind whistles a tune.

Some neets are made for matin';
Neets when a moon is round
An' breetly shines on wed an' unwed,
When bracken an' ling mak' a bonnie bed,
An' pillow, a blaeberry mound.

Some neets are made for greetin';
Neets when a moon is lost,
An' hullets call fra' t' byre-eave
(Oh! that a lad should luve an' leave
An' a lass alone pay t' cost!).

Some neets are made for achin',
Heart-breakin' luve-begot!
Be canny wi' t' lads an' let 'em sing
While yan on 'em gi'es thee a gowden ring .
Then forget thi Mother's lot.

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