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Ere I cou'd for sic little ends
Refuse my bonny Scot—man.
Wae worth the man
Wha first began
The base ungen'rous fashion,
Frae greedy views
Lovers arts to use,
While stranger to its passion.
Refuse my bonny Scot—man.
Wae worth the man
Wha first began
The base ungen'rous fashion,
Frae greedy views
Lovers arts to use,
While stranger to its passion.
Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth,
Haste to thy longing lassie,
Who pants to press thy baumy youth,
And in her bosom hause thee.
Love gies the word,
Then haste on board,
Fair winds and tenty boatmen,
Waft o'er, waft o'er,
Frae yonder shore,
My blyth, my bonny Scot—man.
Haste to thy longing lassie,
Who pants to press thy baumy youth,
And in her bosom hause thee.
Love gies the word,
Then haste on board,
Fair winds and tenty boatmen,
Waft o'er, waft o'er,
Frae yonder shore,
My blyth, my bonny Scot—man.
FINIS.
