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Poor Rabby for trying to mak' ane into twa,
But Rab said the wind blew the plaidy awa.

The lassie was sent for to come there hersel',
She looks in his face, says ye ken how I fell,
And ye had the cause o't, ye darena say na,
'Twas then that the wind blew the plaidy awa.

Rab looks in her face, and gied a bit smile,
He says my bonny lassie, I winna you beguile,
The Minister is here he'll mak' ane o' us twa,
That will pay the plaid that the wind blew awa.

The whisky was sent for to mak' a' things right,
The Minister and Elders they sat a' the night,
And lang before the cock began for to craw,
The wind blew the bonny lassie's plaidy awa.

Now Rab and his lassie are join'd land in hand,
They live as contented as ony in the land,
And when he gets fu', he minds o' the fa',
And sings the wind blew the bonny lassie's plaidy awa.

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FLORA'S LAMENT FOR CHARLIE.

Sweet is the rose that's budding on yon thorn,
Down in yon valley so cheery;
But sweeter is the flower does my bosom adorn,
That springs from the breast of my dearie.
The lav'rock may whistle and sing o'er the lea,
Wi' a' its strains sae rarely;
But when will it bring such music to me,
As the voice o' my ain handsome Charlie.