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He took her pouch an' pursukie,
an' faft awa' he ran;
The wifie waken'd in a fright,
her head was light's a five,
An' O, quo' the wee wifukie,
sure this is no me. sure this is, &c.
When I was bonny Bessukie,
my lock's they were like gowd,
I lock'd like ony lassokie,
whene'er that they were cow'd,
An' Johnny wae ay telling me,
I was right fair to see;
But somebody's been fellin' me,
for this is no me. for this is &c
I met wi' kindly company,
I bir'd my baubee,
If I be bonny Bessukie,
three placks remain wi' me.
She put her haa' dow by her side,
to fin' gin it was she,
But neither pouch nor plack she had,
fo this is no me fo this is, &c.
I hae a wee bit housikie,
an' in't a kindly man:
A doggie they ca' Dossukie,
if it be me he'll fawn
An' a' the bairns about the house,
will ken if this be me,
But somebody's been tellin' me,
for this is no me. for this is &c.
