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Your huggar an’ sa’t is black and reeket,
wad poison a sow, it’s far frae clean;
An' wha wad marry a man for a jacket?
ye're no sae rich as ye wad seem.
wad poison a sow, it’s far frae clean;
An' wha wad marry a man for a jacket?
ye're no sae rich as ye wad seem.
Ye brag me wi’ the ha'f o’ your herrin,
but I cou’d eat a hale one mysel:
I doubt your livin' will be but sharin’,
ye’re no sae rich as ye wad seem.
About your baffen I’ll say but little;
but what s (illegible text) the kist fain wad ken:
I doubt, I doubt it's as dry’ a whistle;
ye’re no sae rich as ye wad seem.
but I cou’d eat a hale one mysel:
I doubt your livin' will be but sharin’,
ye’re no sae rich as ye wad seem.
About your baffen I’ll say but little;
but what s (illegible text) the kist fain wad ken:
I doubt, I doubt it's as dry’ a whistle;
ye’re no sae rich as ye wad seem.
But tho’ your purse be blank an' hollow,
it’s hard to say yet what may be done:
But after a’ ye’re a canty fellow,
>tho no sae rich as ye wad seem.
Sae tak your plaid about you, Johnny,
and come your wa up-by st e'en;
l like a lad that's brisk and bonny,
tho’ no sae rich as he wad seem.
it’s hard to say yet what may be done:
But after a’ ye’re a canty fellow,
>tho no sae rich as ye wad seem.
Sae tak your plaid about you, Johnny,
and come your wa up-by st e'en;
l like a lad that's brisk and bonny,
tho’ no sae rich as he wad seem.
The Happy Soldier
How happy s the Soldier who lives on his pay,
And spends half-a crown out of sixpence a-day
Yet fears neither justice warrants nor bums,
But pays all his debts with the roll of his drum.
With a row-de-dow, &c.
And spends half-a crown out of sixpence a-day
Yet fears neither justice warrants nor bums,
But pays all his debts with the roll of his drum.
With a row-de-dow, &c.
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