msp; she. the woodbine in the dewy weet,

  when ev'ning shades in silence meet,

  is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet

  as is a kiss o' willy.

  both. for a' the joys, &c.

  he. let fortune's wheel at random rin,

  and fools may tine and knaves may win;

  my thoughts are a' bound up in ane,

  and that's my ain dear philly.

  she. what's a' the joys that gowd can gie?

  i dinna care a single flie;

  the lad i love's the lad for me,

  and that's my ain dear willy.

  both. for a' the joys, &c.