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Wee Jock Todd
The King cam’ drivin’ through the toon,
Slae and stately through the toon ;
He bo’ed tae left, he bo’ed tae richt,
An’ we bo’ed back as weel we micht;
But wee Jock Todd he couldna bide,
He was daft tae be doon at the waterside;
Sae he up an’ waved his fishin’ rod'—
Och, wee Jock Todd !
But in the quaiet hoor o’ dreams,
The lang street streekit wi’ pale moonbeams,
Wee Jock Todd cam’ ridin’ doon,
Slae an’ solemn through the toon.
He bo’ed tae left, he bo’ed tae richt
(It maun ha’e been a bonnie sicht)
An’ the King cam’ runnin’—he couldna bide—
He was mad tae be doon at the waterside;
Sae he up wi’ his rod and gaed a nod
Tae wee Jock Todd.

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