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,An J then your ev'ry care an' fear.,
May whittle owre the lave o't.
CHORUS.
I am a fiddler to my trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I play'd,
The fwretett ft ill to wife or maid.
Was whittle owre the lave o't*
At kirns an' weddings we'fe be there 9
An' O ! fae hicely's >ve will fare ;
Weli bouft- about till Daddie Care
Sing whittle owre the lave o't
I am, &c*
Sae merrily *s the banes well pyke 9
An' fun ourfels about the dyke,
An' at our le'fure, when ye like?
We'll "whittle owre the lave o't.
I am, &c»
But blefs me ( wi' your heav'n o' charms,
An 1 while I kittle hair on thairms,
Hunger, cauVl, an'' a' fie harms,
May whittle owre the lave o't.
I am, See,
Recitati'-vo.
Her charms had. firuck a fturdy Caird 3
As weel as poor Gut-fcraper !
He taks the Fiddler by the beard,
An' draws a rutty rapier.
He fwoor by a' was fwearing worthy
To fpeet him like a piiver^
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