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Whilk Donald got in word and deed,
With honours heaped upon his head.
The rober, too got his reward—
Stern Justice at him awfu' stared;
Guilt and remorse his bosom stung,
Hence he was tried, condemned, and hung.
Bauld Donald soon arrived at hame,
Paid aff his laird and ilka claim
Mair o' him ye'd tire to hear me tell,
But he was soon a laird himsel,
Yet ne'er forget the awfu' shock,
When his left hand lay on the block.
END OF DONALD AND HIS DOG.
