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But wae licht on te nasty cun,
Tat ever she pe porn, man ;
Phile koot klymore te tristle caird,
Her leaves pe never torn, man.
Ae tay I shot, and shot, and shot,
Phane'er it cam my turn, man ;
Put a' te force tat I could gie,
Te powter wadna purn, man.
A filty loun cam wi' his cun,
Resolvt to too me harm, man ;
And wi' te tirk upon her nose
Ke me a pluddy arm^ man.
I flang my cun wi' a' my micht.
And fellt his neepour teit, man ;
Tan drew my swort, and at a straik
Hewt afF te haf o's heit, man.
Be vain to tell o' a my tricks ;
My oons pe nae tiscrace, man ;
Ter no pe yin pehint my back,
Ter a' pefor my face, man.
WANDERING WILLIE,
BURNS.
iTuNE — -Here awa^ there awa. ■
Here awa, there awa. wandering Willie I
Here awa, there awa, baud awa hame I
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie ;
Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie again.
Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting ;
Fears for my Willie brought tears in my ee :
Welcome now, summer, and welcome, my Willie ;
The summer to nature^ and Willie to me.

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