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SONGS. 109
'Twas but a blink afore a shower.
Ere Robbie gaed an' left them a'.
The landwart hizzy winna speak ;
Ye'U see her sitting- like a craw
Amang- the reek, while rattons squeak — —
Her dawtit Bard is now awa.
But could I lay my hand upon
His whistle, keenly wad I blaw.
An' screw about the auld drone,
An' lilt a lightsome spring- or twa.
If it were sweetest aye whan wat.
Then wad I ripe my pouch, an' draw,
An' steep it weel amang the maut.
As lang-'s I'd saxpence at my ca'.
For warld's gear I dinna care ;
My stock 0' that is unco sma'.
Come, friend, we'll pree the barley-bree
To his braid fame that's now awa.

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