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And see the man thrawin' te rape
Aside te Broomielaw.
An' O she (illegible text) tedder,
I spier't what they'll do wi't,
He said, to hang the Highlandmen,
For stealing o' their meat.
Hout, hersel's an honest shentleman,
I never yet did steal,
But when I meet a muckle purse,
I like it unco weel.
Tan fare ye weel, ye saucy fellow,
I fain your skin would pay,
I cam' to your toon the morn,
An' i'll gang out yesterday.
Fan I gang to my quarter-house,
The door was unco braw,
For here they had a cow's husband,
Was pricked on the wa'.
O tere me got a choppin ale,
An' ten me got a supper,
A filthy clout o' chapsit meat,
Boiled amang butter.
I gang awa into the kirk
To hear a lawland preach,
And mony a bonny sang they sing,
Tere books they did them teach.
