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Wherever I quarter'd I shall be,
Oh, zounds, how I’ll kiss my landlady.
I’m a chicka-biddy, &c.
I HAD A HORSE,
I had a horse, and I had nae mair, I gat it frae my daddie; My purse was light, and my heart was sair, But my wit it was fu’ ready. So I bethought me on a time, Outwittens o’ my daddie, To fee mysel to a Lawland laird, Wha had a bonnie lady.
I wrote a letter, and thus began: Madam, be not offended: I’m owre the lugs in love wi’ you, And I carena though ye kend it: For I get little frae the laird, And far less frae my daddie; Yet I wad blythely be the man Wad strive to please my lady.
She read my letter, and she leugh; Ye needna been sae blate, man, Ye might hae come to me yoursel, And tald me o’ your state, man: Ye might hae come to me yoursel, Outwittens o’ onie body,
