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Yet Monday laſt, for a’ my keeping,
I canna ſpeak it without greeting,
A villain came when I was ſleeping,
And ſtaw my ewie, horn and a’.
The ewie, &c.
I ſought her fair upon the morn,
And down beneath a buſs of thorn
I got my ewie’s crooked horn,
But, ah! my ewie was awa’.
The ewie, &c.
But an’ I had the lown that did it,
I’ve ſworn and bann’d, as well as ſaid it,
Tho’ a’ the world ſhou’d forbid it,
I ſhou’d gie his neck a thraw.
The ewie, &c.
I never met wi’ ſie a turn
As this ſince ever I was born,
My ewie wi' the crooked horn,
Peur ſilly ewie, ſtown awa’.
The ewie, &c.
O had ſhe died of crook or cauld,
As ewies die when they grow auld,
It wadna been, by mony fauld,
So fair a heart to ane o’s a’.
The ewie, &c.
