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And then she ran in, and made a loud din ;
Believe your ain een an ye trow na me.
And then she ran in, &c.
His bonnet stood aye fou round on his brow ;
His auld ane look'd aye as well as some's new ;
But now he lets 't wear ony gate it will hing,
And casts himself dowie upon the corn-bing.
But now he, &c.
And now he gaes daundrin about the dykes,
And a' he dow do is to hund the tykes :
The live-lang nicht he ne'er steeks his ee ;
And were na my heart licht I wad dee.
The live-lang nicht, &c.
Were I young for thee as I hae been,
We should ha' been gallopin down on yon green,
And linkin it on yon lilie-white lea ;
And wow gin I were but young for thee !
And linkin it, &c.*
AULD ROB MORRIS,
BURNS.
Tune — Auld Rob Morris,
There's auld Rob Morris, that wons in yon glen.
He's the king o' gude fellows and wale o' auld men ;
He has gowd in his coffers, and owsen and kine.
And ae bonnie lassie, his darling and mine.
She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May ;
She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay ;
* From the Tea-Table Miscellany, 172L

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