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at all ; I'll tell you how it were : the squire says
to I, and about seventeen more neighbours, I'll
bet ev'ry one of you fifty guineas that I be'nt re-
turned for your borough ; so we said done ; so
when we come to consider what a foolish job we
had made on't, icod we were obligated to bring
un in, for fear of losing our money ; ha, ha, ha 3
don'tee zee, don'tee zee, ha, ha, ha.
Thus the laugh goes round,
'Mongst the village crowd,
Who get shav'd fit for church on Sunday ^
Of their transgressions sore,
To pay off the week's score,
The better to sin on a Monday.
Kellyburnbraes.
There lived a carl in Kellyburnbraes,
Hey and the rue grows bonny wi' thyme j
And he had a wife was the plague o' his days,
And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime s
Ae day as the carl gaed up the lang glen,
Hey, &c.
He met wi' the d-v-1, says, how do ye fen ?
And, &c.
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