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You might ha'e come to me yourseil,
Out wittens o' ony body,
An' made John Goukstone o' the laird,
An' kiss'd his bonny lady,
Then she pat siller in my purse,
We drank wine in a cogie,
She fee'd a man to rub my horse,
An' wow but I was vogie !
But I never gat sic a fleg,
Since first I left my daddy,
The laird cam rap, rap, to the yetf,
When I was wi' his lady.
Then she pat me below a chair,
An' hap'd me wi' a plaidie ;
But I was like to swarf wi' fear,
An' wish'd me wi' my daddy.
The laird went out, he saw na me ;
I went when I was ready :
I promis'd, but I ne'er gaed back,
To see his bonny lady.

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