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Now to conclude. His grey breeks
I'll sing them up wi' mirth and glee;
Here's luck to a the grey sleeks
that show themselves upo the knee.
But if a wee wi' health I'm spar'd,
and I trust it will be sae
I'll hae his breeks as weel prepar'd
as ony e'er was made o grey.
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TELL ME THE WAY TO WOO
O tell me my bonny young lassie,
O tell me the way for to woo!
O tell me, my bonny sweet lassie,
O tell me the way for to woo!
Say, maun I roose your red cheeks like the morning;
lips like the rose, when it's moisten'd with dew?
And say, maun I roose your een a pawky scorning?
O tell me, dear lassie, the way for to woo.
O far hae I wander'd dear lassie
to see thee I've sail'p the salt sea;
I've travel'd o'er muirlands and mountains
and houseless lain cauld on the leas,
