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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 ayont the sun;
But the blythest lad that e'er I saw,
Was Andro wi‘ his cutty gun.
Blyth, blyth, &c.
FINIS.