My mither then laid by her wheel,
And said, Dear Joe, why will ye tease her?
I ken ye lo'e our lassie weel,
For a' your joy has been to please her.
Nay, come now, think upo' the time,
When ye were just o' the same fancy,
When I was young and i' my prime,
Ye cried — Ne'er tak an auld man, Nancy.