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.