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High-heel'd shoon and siller tags,
And a' the lads are wooin at her.
Wooin at her. &c.
Be a lassie e'er sae black,
An she hae the name oʻsiller,
Set her upo' Tintoc tap,
The wind will blaw a man till her.
Wooin at her, &c.
Be a lassic e'er sae fair,
An' she want the pennie siller,
A flie may fell her in the air,
Before a man be even till her.
Wooin at her, &c.
UP IN THE MORNING EARLY.
Cauld blaws the win' frae north to south
And drift is driving sairly;
The sheep are couring i' the heugh,
O sirs! it's winter fairly.
Now up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early;
I'd rather gang supperless to my bed,
Than rise in the morning early.
