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Of Glasgow's wealth were I the heir,
Or had all Grampia's fleecy care,
With thee the fame I'd freely share,
My bonny Jeanie Shaw.

The crabit Carline.

Tune.—Ayrshire Lasses.

CHORUS.
I darena gang again to see,
My bonny blythesome lassie, O.
Her angry mother scolded me,
And cad me poor and saucy, O.

The lovely creature grat wi' spite,
Her looks confess'd she lov'd me, O.
The angry auld wife fair did slyte,
And rashly disapprov'd me, O.

One night as on the green we stray'd,
Sae innocent and sweetly, O.
The blinking hag, our sports betray'd,
And beat my love completely, O.

(illegible text) by the door I pass by chance,
She darena trow she sees me, O.
A curse; a frown, a scornfu' glance,
The wither'd carline gies me, O.