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Sae liclitly, nae lad in the hale kintra side,
Could dance you a hornpipe, or set to a bride ;
At fairs, in the reel-house he'd caper and spreigh,
Till the rantle-tree rattled wi' Ronald Macgeich.
Though o' him the men were a' rede and unfain,
The lassies aye leuch when they met him again;
To a' ither wooers though saucy and skeigh,
They were aye unco cosh-like wi' Ronald Macgiech.
Whate'er was awn him he was aye sure to get,
But ne'er could remember to pay his ain debt;
The luckiest wight, too, he was in the land,
For ithers aft lost things, but Ronald aye fand.
At last he did something — no ane covild tell what,
The Wiggles were down on him — nae gude sign that;
He died in his shoon, about twa stories heich —
'Twas sair on the e'esicht of Ronald Macgiech.
HOW EARLY I WOO'D THEE.
How early I woo'd thee, how dearly I lo'ed thee ;
How sweet was thy voice, how enchanting thy smile;
The joy 'twas to see thee, the bliss to be wi' thee,
I mind, bvit to feel now their power to beguile.
I gazed on thy beauty, and a' things about thee,
Seem'd too fair for earth, as I bent at thy shrine ;
But fortune and fashion, mair powerfu' than passion.
Could alter the bosom that seemed sae divine !

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