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O a' ye bards on bonny Doon,
And wha on Ayr your chaunters tune,
Come join your melancholy croon
O Robin's reed;
His heart will never get aboon,
His Mailie's dead!
And wha on Ayr your chaunters tune,
Come join your melancholy croon
O Robin's reed;
His heart will never get aboon,
His Mailie's dead!
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THE AULD FARMER's
New-Year Morning Salutation
TO
His Auld Mare, MAGGIE,
On giving her the accustomed Ripp of Corn,
to Hansel in the New Year.
A Gude New-Yer I wish thee, Maggie
Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie,
Tho' thou's how-backit now, and knaggie,
I've seen the day,
Thou could hae gaen, like ony stoggie
Out-owre the lay.
Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie,
Tho' thou's how-backit now, and knaggie,
I've seen the day,
Thou could hae gaen, like ony stoggie
Out-owre the lay.
Tho' now thou's dowie, stiff, and crazy,
And thy auld hide's as white's a daisy,
I've seen thee duppl't, sleek, and glazie,
A bonny grey;
He shou'd been tight that daur't to raise thee
Ance in a day.
And thy auld hide's as white's a daisy,
I've seen thee duppl't, sleek, and glazie,
A bonny grey;
He shou'd been tight that daur't to raise thee
Ance in a day.
