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He cares not a marvady how the world goes,
His King finds him quarters, & money & clothes;
His laughs at all sorrow whenever it comes,
And rattles away with the roll of the drum.

With a row-de-dow, &c.

The drum is his glory, his joy, and delight;
It leads him to pleasure as well as delight;
No girl, when she hears it, tho’ ever so glum,
Bui packs up her tatters and follows the drum.
With a row-de-dow, &c.

Neil Gow’s Strathspey.

Of a' the springs that e’er were play’d,
out-o’er at Habbie s Howe,
Whar Allan sang, that canty blade,
there’s none like Neil Gow.

Let ilka stirrah swet an’ strang,
Tak up his lassie wi a bang,
An' fit the floor the bale day lang,
For bonny Neil Gow.

Young Duncan in the highlan' glen,
gangs whistlin’ at the plow.
Till i ka strath, an’ brae, an fen,
resounds wi' Neil Gow.

Let ilka stirrah, &c.