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Te gude claymore hung py her peU ;
Her pistol sharged with powder.
But for whereas these cursed preeks,
Wherewith her legs pe lockit ;
Ohon that ere she saw the day !
For a' her houghs pe prokit.
Every thing in te Highlands now
Pe turn'd to alteration ;
Te sodger dwall at our door cheeky
And tat pe great vexation.
Scotland pe turn'd a Ningland now^,
The laws pring in te caudger ;
Nainsell wad dirk him for his deedsj,
But, oh I she fears te sodger.
Anither law came after tat,
Me never saw the like, man,
They mak a lang road on te crundj
And ca' him Turnimspike, man ;
And wow she be a ponny road,
Like Loudon corn riggs, man,
Where twa carts may gang on her.
And no preak ither's legs, man.
They charge a penny for ilka horscj
In troth she'll no be sheaper.
For nought but gaun upon the ground^
And they gie her a paper.
They take the horse then py te head,
And there they make him stand, man
She tell them she had seen the day
They had nae sic command, man.

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