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Out o'er my left shouther I gied him a blink,
Lest neibours shou'd think I was saucy ;
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
An' vow'd that I was a dear lassie.
I spier'd for my cousin, fu' couthie an' sweet,
If she had recover'd her hearin ;
An' how my auld shoon fitted her shachel'd feet,
Gude safe us ! how he fell a swearin.
He begg'd me, for Gudesake ! that I'd be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow ;
Sae just to preserve the poor body in life,
I think I shall wed him to-morrow.

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