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There was ladies there,
They made beck and shake to me,
And fetched to me a chair.

 I sat down upon the chair
Cracking with my madam,
A bra Highland gentleman
Vow gin I had him.
They fetch to me my dinner
Of langkail and beef,
When I saw the bra mutton,
Me thought she was a thief.

There was no man about the house,
which griev’d my heart full sore,
She gard me tak my bonnet aff,
And seek for her golore.
She led me by the hand
To the wi’ houfe without,
There was a bra bed hanging in a clout,
Hanging in a clout and gingling wi’ rings.

When I saw the bra bed I began to sing,
I took off my purse, my durk,
And stuck it in the lumb:
No thief cou’d come at it
If they had chance to come;
I laid me down on my bed,
For to fleep and to snore,
And in comes my madam
Sinking on the floor.