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And when death shall drop the curtain,
With applause we'll quit the stage.
a mile aboon dundee
The auld man's mare's dead;
The poor body's mare's dead;
The auld man's mare's dead,
A mile aboon Dundee.
There was hay to ca', an' lint to lead,
An hunder hotts o' muck to spread,
An' peat an' tor's an' a' to lead;
What mean'd the beast to dee?
The auld man's mare's dead, &c.
She had the cauld, but an the cruik,
The wheezloch and the wanton yeuk;
On ilka knee she had a breuk;
And yet the jade to de.
The auld man's mare's dead, &c.
She was lang-toothed, an' blench lippit,
Haem-houghed, and haggis-fittit,
Lang-neckit, chaunler-chaftit,
And yet the jade to die.
The auld man's mare's dead, &c.
