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O wae worth the lordling, my F.i>|>ie Macnab:
O wae worth the lordling, my Ei>J>ie Macnab J
His fancy yo'll tyne,
Ye maun nae mail- l>e mine,
And the warld's a waste to your ain Jock Rab.
O weary now-, &c.
An' ye saw your wee bairnies now, Eopie Macnab,
Your mitherless bairnies now, E|>j>ic Macnab,
They g'reet, and think shame,
Gin they bear but your name,
And they wring the heart's blude frae your ain Jock Rab.
O weary now, &c.

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