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The carlin brought her kebbuck ben,
With girdle cakes weel toasted brown
Weel does the canny kimmer ken
They gar the scuds, gae glibber down.
We ca'd the bicker aft about,
Till dawning we ne'er jeed our bum,
And ay the clearest drinker out,
Was Andro wi' his cutty gun.
Blyth, blyth,&c.
He did like ony mavis sing,
And as I in his oxter sat,
He ca'd me ay his bonny thing,
And mony a sappy kiss I gat.
I hae been east, I hae been west,
I hae been far ayout the sun;
But the blythest lad that e'er I saw,
Was Andro wi' his cutty gun.
Blyth, blyth, &c.
THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.
Our bugles sung truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the sentinel-stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
