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But there is ane aboon the lave,
Has wit and sense, and a‘ that;
A bonny lass, I like her best
And wha a crime dare ca‘ that?
For a‘ that, &c.
In rapture sweet this hour we meet,
Wi‘ mutual love and a‘ that;
But for how lang the flee may stang,
Let inclination law that.
For a‘ that, &c.
Their tricks and craft hae put me da(illegible text)
They're ta'en me in, and a‘ that;
But clear your decks and here‘s the se(illegible text)
I like the jades for a‘ that.
For a‘ that, &c.
green grow the rashes.
There's nought but care on every han'
In every hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o‘ man,
An‘ ‘twere na for the lasses, O.
Green grow the rashes, O,
Green grow the rashes, O;
