8 The laird was a widdiefu' bleerit knurl; She's left the guid fellow and ta'en the churl. The miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving, (moving The laird did address her wi matter mair A fine pacing horse wi' a clear chained bridle, (saddle. A whip by her side, and a bonny side- O wae on the siller, it is sae prevailing; And wae on the love that is fix'd on a mailen! A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle, (warl! But, gie me my love, and a fig for the FINIS.
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