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THE
LASS Wi’the TWA-HANDED WHEEL.
In my youth I became a great tramper,
till love set my head in a creel;
Thro’ city and town I did scamper,
O’er ilk hill, muir, mountain, and dale.
’Twas then I gae’d to the mishanter,
when forc'd frae the arms o’ sweet Nell;
Fate said I would never supplant her,
the Lass wi’ the twa-handed Wheel.
Leander in love was ne’er blinder,
like him I ran straught on extremes;
I tried ev'ry-where for to find her,
from bonny sweet Tay to the Thames:
Then I ran to the sea helter-skelter,
and rang’d o’er tho banks o’ the Nile,
I fought thro renown’d Gibraltar,
for the Lass wi’ the twa handed Wheel.
I went to the gude town of Cadiz,
to see if her there I could find,
But nane o braw Spanish ladies
could in the least alter my mind.
