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All you that know what to love belong,
Now you have heard my mournfnl song,
Be true to one whatever you mind.
And dont delude poor woman-kind.
Now you have heard my mournfnl song,
Be true to one whatever you mind.
And dont delude poor woman-kind.
THE WEE WIFUKIE.
There was a wee bit wifukie,
and she gade till a fair,
She got a wee bit drapuke,
that cost her meikle care;
It gade about the wife’s heart,
an’ she was like to spew.
An’ O! quo’ the wee bit wifukie,
I wish I be nae fu’.
and she gade till a fair,
She got a wee bit drapuke,
that cost her meikle care;
It gade about the wife’s heart,
an’ she was like to spew.
An’ O! quo’ the wee bit wifukie,
I wish I be nae fu’.
If Johny see me barley-sick,
I doubt he’ll claw my skis,
I’ll tak a wee bit napuckie,
before that I gae in:
Sae lyin' down at a dyke-side,
takin’ a wee bit nap:
By came a paukie packman,
wi' a wee bit pack.
I doubt he’ll claw my skis,
I’ll tak a wee bit napuckie,
before that I gae in:
Sae lyin' down at a dyke-side,
takin’ a wee bit nap:
By came a paukie packman,
wi' a wee bit pack.
He clippet a the wife's locks,
that gowden were and lang!
that gowden were and lang!
