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OUR GUIDMAN CAM HAME AT E'EN. 1S7
Our guidman cam liame at e'en,
And hame cam he ;
And there he saw a siller sword,
Where nae sword should be.
What 's this now, guidwife ?
What 's this I see ?
how cam this sword here,
Without the leave o' me ?
A sword ! quo' she ;
Ay, a sword, quo' he.
Ye auld blind dotard carle,
And blinder mat ye be !
It 's but a parridge-spurtle,
My minnie sent to me.
A parridge-spurtle ! quo' he ;
Ay, a parridge-spurtle, quo' she.
Weel, far hae I ridden,
And muekle hae I seen ;
But siller-handed parridge-spurtles
Saw I never nane.
Our guidman cam hame at e'en,
And hame cam he ;
And there he spied a mickle wig,
Where nae wig should be.
What's this now, guidwife ?
What 's this I see 1
How cam this wig here,
Without the leave o' me ?
A wig ! quo' she ;
Ay, a wig, quo' he.
Ye auld blind dotard carle,
And blinder mat ye be !
'Tis naething but a clocken-hen
My minnie sent to me.
A clocken-hen ! quo' he ;
Ay, a clocken-hen, quo' she.

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