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When Strangers landed, wow fae thrang
Fuffing and peghing he wa'd gang,
And crave their Pardon that fae lang
He'd been a comings
Syne h£s Bread-winner out he'd bang,
And fa' to bumming.
Your Honour's Father dead and gane, |
For him he firit wa'd make his Mane 5
But foon his Face cou'd make ye fain
When he did fougfa,
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And gran'd and leugh,
l*his Sang he made frae his aln Head,
'And eke, The auli Man's Mare Jbe's dead %
Tbo Pests ani Tares and a's to halt
O fy upon her !
'A bonny auld Thing this indeed,
An ? t like ye'r Honour,
After ilk Tune he took a Sowp a
And bann-d wi' Birr the corky Cowp,
That to the PapisJs Country fcowp
To lear Ha ha's,
Frae Chxels that fing, hap ? flap and lowp,
JVantin theB«*—» s*

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