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There are twa hens into the crib
Have fed this month and mair,
Make hafle, and thraw their necks about,
That Colin weel may fare.
There's nae luck, t$c.
Bring down to me my b'gonet,
My biihop-fattin gown,
And then gae tell the bailie's wife
That Colin's come to town.
There's nae luck, tsV .
My Turkey flippers I'll put on,
My (lockings pearl blue,
And a' to pleafure our goodman,
For he's baith leel and true.
There's nae luck, &c.
Sae fweet his voice, fae fmooth his tongue,
His breath's like cauler air,
His very tread has mufic in't,
As he comes up the flair.
There's nae luck, fcsTft,
And will I fee his face again ?
And will I hear him fpeak ?
I'm downright dizzy with the joy,
In troth I'm like to greet!
There's nae luck, &c.
Vol. I. L 3

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