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That e'er I should fyle my fingers
Wi' the mucking o' Geordie's byre.
The mucking, &c.
Tho' the roads were ever sae dirty,
Or the day gae scoury and foul,
I wad aye be ganging wi' Geordie,
I liked it far better than school.
The muckihg, &c.
My brither abuses me daily,
For being wi' Geordie sae free;
My sister she ca's me hoedwinked,
Because he's below my degree.
The mucking, &c.
But weel do I like my young Geordie,
Although he was cunning and slee;
He ca's me his dear and his honey,
And I'm sure my Geordie loo's me.
The muckiug, &c.
WHEN THE ROSY MORN, &c.
When the rosy morn appearing,
Paints with gold the verdant lawn,
