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COME UNDER MY PLAIDIE.
Tune—Johnny Macgill.
Come under my plaidie, the night's gann to fa',
Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift and the sna';
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me,
There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me for twa
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me,
I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw,
Come under my plaidie, and down beside me,
There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me for twa.
Gae wa wi' your plaidie; auld Donald, gae 'wa,
I fear na the cauld blast, the drift, nor the sna';
Gae 'wa wi your plaidie, I'll no sit beside ye,
Ye might be my gutcher,—auld Donald, gae wa;
I'm gaun to meet Johnnie, he's young and he's bonnie,
He's been at Meg's bridal, fu' trig and fu' braw!
