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And a voyage to your Father once more we will go,
And relieve the old farmer, from his trouble and wo.
With men and maid-servants us to wait upon,
And away in a chaise to her Father they are gone ;
The laddie went foremost, the brave highland lown,
Till they came to the road that leads to the town.
When he came to the gate he gave a loud roar,
Come down gentle farmer, Catrine’s at your door ;
He look'd out at the window, saw his daughter's face,
With his hat in his hand he made a great fraise.
Keep on your hat Farmer, don t let it fa' ,
For it sets not the Peacock to bow to the Craw.
O hold your tongue, Sawny, and do not taunt me,
For my daughter’s not worthy your bride for to be.
Now he’s held the bridle reins till he came down,
And then he convey’d them to a fine room ;
With the finest of spirits they drink a fine tost,
And the son and the father, drank both of one glass.
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THE HUMBLE BEGGAR.
IN Scotland there liv’d a humble beggar,
He had neither house, nor hauld, nor hame,
But he was well liked by every body,
And they gae him sunkets to rax his wame.
A nivefow o’ meal, and a handfow of groats,
And a dad o’ (illegible text)
