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In winter when the wind and rain,
blaws o'er the barn and byre;
Che miller by a clean hearth-stane,
beside a ranting fire,
He sits and cracks and tells his tale,
o'er ale that is right nappy:
Who'd be a Queen that gaudy thing,
when a miller's wife's sae happy.
O RARE COUNTRY LASSES.
The Lasses that live in this town,
They for the Lads will give a crown,
Lads they are so very scant
y will take any before they want
rare country Lasses, O rare Lasses O,
With Capachines and Cardinals
v love the Lads that have good t--ls,
how to get do not ken,
though they were ne'er so ain. O, &c.
They take three rows of pins to dress,
y will stand two hours at the glass,
in that is donc they march away,
aking there's nose like them so gay, &e.
They busk ns braw as e'er they can,
go to the fair to get & man;
y all rank up about the cross,
i come and take them up by force.
rare country Lasses, O rare Lasses O.
