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Bockin red bleed the fleep mair caum,
Ran hame to his nain mammy :
" Alas!" co' Katie, when she saw him,
" Wha did you this, my lammie ?"
" A meikle man," co' he, " foul faw him,"
But wad na sae 'twas Tammie,
" Rax'd me alang the chafts a wham
" As soon as e'er he saw me,
u And made me blae."
VII.
u Deil rax his chandler chafts," co' Kate,
* 6 For doing you sic wrang^
" Gin I had here the skypel skate,
16 Sae weel's I shou'dhim bang '."
The gilpy stood, and leuk't fell blate,
To see her in sic a sang ;
He squeel'd to her, like a young gyte.
But wad na mird to gang
Back a' that day.
VIII.
The hurry -burry now began,
Was right weel worth the seeing,
Wi' routs and raps frae man to man.
Some getting, and some gieing ;
And a' the tricks of fit and hand.
That ever was in being ;
Sometimes the ba' a yirdlins ran.
Sometimes in air was fleeing,
Fu' heigh that day,
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