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154 "Tf^^JE EDINBURGH
Every land lias its ain laugh,
Ilk kind of corn it has its hool 5
I think the warld is a' run wrang,
When ilka wife her man wad rule^.
Do ye not fee Rob, Jock, and Hab,
As they are girded gallantly ?
While I fit hurklen in the afe —
I'll have a new cloak about rne.
Gudeman, I wat 'tis thirty years
Since v/e did ane anlther ken j
And we have had between us twa
Of lads and bonny lafTes ten :
Now they are women grown and iTitn.
I wifh and pray well may they be
And if you prove a good hufband^
E'en tak' your auld cloak about ye.
Bell my wife flie lo'es nai (Irife ;
But {he wad guide me if fbe can :
And, to maintain an eafy life,
I aft maun yield, though Em gudeman.
Nought's to be v/on at woman's hand^
Unlefs ye give her a' the plea :
Then ril leave aff where I began,
Aud tak' my auld cloak about me.

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