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Yet last ouk for a my keeping,
(Wha can speak it without greeting?
A villain cam when I was sleeping,
Sta my ewie horn and a:
I sought her fair upo the morn,
And down aneath a by o' thor
I got my ewies crookit horn,
But my ewie was awa.
O gin I had the loun that did it,
Swoan I have as well as said it,
Tho' a the warld should forbid it,
I wad gie his neck a thra:
I never met wi ſic a tam,
As this sin ever I was born,
My ewie wi the crookit horn,
Silly Ewie stown awa.
O had she died of crook or cauld,
As ewies a when they grow auld,
It wad na been by mony sauld,
Sae fair a heart to nane o's a:
For a the claith that we hae worn,
Frae her and hers fae after shorn,
'The loss of her we could hae born,
Had fair strao-death taen her awa.
