This is no my Ain House

This is no my 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 fireside, My ain house I like to guide, And please me with 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 my 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.