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An' O she pe a lang tedder,
I spier't what they'll do wi’t,
He said to hang the Highlandmen
For stealing their meat.
Hout, hersel's an honest shentleman,
I never yet did steal,
But when I meet a muckle purse,
I like it unco weel.
Tan fare ye weel ye saucy fellow,
I fain your skin wad pay;
I cam to your town the morn but,
An' i'll gang out yesterday.
Fan I gang to my quarter-house,
The door was unco braw,
For here they had a cow’s husband,
Was pricked on the wa'.
O tere me got a shapin ale,
An’ ten me got a supper,
A filthy choud o' chappit meat
Boiled amang a butter.
It was a filthy dirt o' beef,
His banes was like te horn,
She was a calf wanting the skin,
Before that she was born.
I gang awa into the kirk
To hear a Lawland preach,
And mony a bonny sang they sing,
Tere books they did them teach.
