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I maun hae a wife, whatsoe'er she be;
An she be a woman, that's enough for me.

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Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

If that she be bony, I shall think her right:
If that she be ugly, where's the odds at night?

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Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

O, an she be young, how happy shall I be!
If that she be auld, the sooner she will die.

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Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

If that she be fruitfu', O! what joy is there!
If she should be barren, less will be my care.

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Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

If she like a drappie, she and I'll agree;
If she dinna like it, there's the mair for me.

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Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

Be she green or gray; be she black or fair;
Let her be a woman, I shall seek nae mair.

Buy broom besoms! Wha will buy them now;
Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

Robbie Burns