O'er bogie

Well I agree, ye're sure of me;

Next to my father gae;

Make him content to give consent,

He'll hardly say you nay:

For ye have what he wou'd be at,

And will commend you weel,

Since parents auld think love grows cauld,

Where bairns want milk and meal.

Shou'd he deny, I carena by,

He'd contradict in vain,

Tho' a' my kin had said and sworn,

But thee I will have nane.

Then never range, nor learn to change,

Like those in high degree:

And if you faithful prove in love

You'll find nae fault in me.