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OH, CALEDONIAN WARBLEH. 263
My Kiramer and I gade to the fair,
Wi' twal pun' Scots, sarking to ware :
But we drank the gude brown hawkie dry.
And sarkless hame came Kimmer an' I.
My Kimmer and I gade to the town,
For wedding-breeks an' a wedding-gown ;
But the sleekie auld priest he wat our eye
In sackcloth gowns — my Kimmer an' I.
My Kimmer and I are scant o' claes,
Wi' soups o' di'ink and soups o' brose ;
But late we rise and soon gae lie,
And cantilie live — my Kimmer an' I.
My Kimmer is auld, my Kimmer is bent,
And I'm gaun louting owre a kent ;
The well o' life is dribbling dry.
An' drouthie, drouthie's Kimmer an' I.
ON HANDSEL MONDAY.
Tune — Goivsjarevoeel to tvhiski/.
On handsel Monday when we meet,
I wat we are a jovial leet.
For blythe and merry we a get
On gude auld Hieland whisky, O.
Our friends they are collecit a',
I trow our meeting isna sma',
For we hae auld and young, and a'
To pree our Hieland whisky, O.