This is no mine ain house

O, this is no mine ain house,

I ken by the rigging o't;

Since with my love I've changed vows,

I dinna like the bigging o't:

For now that I'm young Robie's bride,

And mistress of his fire-side,

Mine ain house I like to guide,

And please me wi' the trigging o't.

Then farewell to my father's house,

I gang where love invites me;

The strictest duty this allows,

When love with honour meets me.

When Hymen moulds us into ane,

My Robie's nearer than my kin,

And to refuse him were a sin,

Sae lang's he kindly treats me.

When I am in mine ain house,

True love shall be at hand ay,

To make me still a prudent spouse,

And let my man command ay:

Avoiding ilka cause of strife,

The common pest of married life,

That makes ane wearied of his wife,

And breaks the kindly band ay.