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My minnie grat like daft, and rair'd,
To gar me wi' her will comply.
But still I wadna hae the laird,
Wi' a' his ousen, sheep, and kye,
A lad sae blythe, &c.
Ah, what are silks and satins braw ?
What's a* his wai^Iy gear to me ?
They're daft that cast themsels awa.
Where nae content or love can be.
A lad sae blythe, &c.
I cou'd nae bide the silly clash
Cam hourly frae the gawky laird ;
And sae, to stop his gab and fash,
Wi' Jamie to the kirk repair'd,
A lad sae blythe, &c.
Now ilk simmer's day sae lang,
And winter's, clad wi' frost and snaw,
A tunefu' lilt and bonny sang
Ay keep dull care and strife aw a.
A lad sae blythe, &c.

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