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132 SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
"Wooin' at her, pu'in' at her,
Courtin' her, and canna get her ;
Filthy elf, it 's for her pelf
That a' the lads are wooin' at her.
Ten cam east, and ten cam west ;
Ten cam rowin' ower the water ;
Twa cam down the lang dyke-side :
There 's twa-and-thirty wooin' at her.
There 's seven hut, and seven hen,
Seven in the pantry wi' her ;
Twenty head ahout the door :
There 's ane-and-forty wooin' at her !
She 's got pendles in her lugs ;
Cockle-shells wad set her better !
High-heel'd shoon, and siller tags ;
And a' the lads are wooin' at her.
Be a lassie e'er sae black,
Gin she hae the name o' siller,
Set her up on Tintock tap,
The wind will blaw a man till her.
Be a lassie e'er so fair,
An she want the penny siller,
A flie may fell her in the air,
Before a man be even'd till her.
BONNIE DUNDEE.
There is a long musical genealogy connected with the now
industrious and populous town of Dundee. First, in the Skene
Manuscript, temp. Car. Primi, there occurs a melody named
Adieu, Dundee, which is only a simple form of the fine air now

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