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SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
Gar tak thae bonnie feathers o' mine,
The feathers o' my tail ;
And gie to the lads o' Hamilton
To be a barn-flail.
And tak thae bonnie feathers o' mine,
The feathers o' my breast ;
And gie them to the bonnie lad,
Will bring to me a priest.
Now in there cam my Lady Wren,
Wi' mony a sigh and groan,
what care I for a' the lads,
If my ain lad be gone !
Then Kobin turn'd him round about,
E'en like a little king ;
Gae pack ye out at my chamber-door,
Ye little cutty-quean. 1
THE WREN.
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The wren scho lyes in care's bed, In
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care's bed, in care's bed; The wren scho lyes in care's bed, In
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meikle dnle and pyne, 0. When in cam Robin Red-breist,
1 From Herd's Collection, 1776.

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