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Whilk Donald got in word and deed,With honours leaped upon his head.The rober, too got his reward-Stern Justice at him awfu‘ stared;Guilt and remorse his bosom stung,Hence he was tried, condemned, and hung.Bauld Donald soon arrived at hame,Paid aff his laird and ilka claim;Mair o’ him ye’d tire to hear me tell,But he was soon a laird himsel,Yet ne‘er forgot the awfu‘ shock,When his left hand lay on the block.
END OF DONALD AND HIS DOG.
