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To fell her poor Jenny for filler an' lan'.
Bad luck, &c.
Bad luck, &c.
He's always compleenin',
Frae morning till e'enin',
He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang,
He's doyl't and he's dozin,
His blude it is frozen,
O! dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man!
Frae morning till e'enin',
He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang,
He's doyl't and he's dozin,
His blude it is frozen,
O! dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man!
He hums and he hankers,
He frets and he cankers
I never can please him, do a' that I can:
He's peevish and jealous
Of a' the young fellows:
O! dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!
He frets and he cankers
I never can please him, do a' that I can:
He's peevish and jealous
Of a' the young fellows:
O! dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!
My auld auntie Katie
Upon me take pity;
I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan;
I'll cross him and rack him,
Until I heart-break him,
And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan.
Upon me take pity;
I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan;
I'll cross him and rack him,
Until I heart-break him,
And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan.
FINIS.
