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But, in sooth, I assure you, for ought that I saw,
Still his bonnet had naething uncommon ava,
Tho' the haill parish talk'd o' Rab Rory son's bonnet,
'Twas a' for the marvellous head that was in it.
That head — let it rest — it is now in the mools,
Tho' in life a' the warld beside it were fools,
Yet o' what kind o' wisdom his head was possest,
]^ane e'er kent but himseP, sae there's nane that will miss't

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