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And what care I for that,
if I get Andrew Carr.
O then says Bessie Blench,
there has been muckle to do,
For we will a’ be sham’d
if he'll no buckle to.
How durst you let the lown
presume to play the fool?
But for the fau’t he’s done,
he must ride the repenting-stool.
So Peg she held her tongue,
till Bess she said nae mair;
Then straightway they sent
for spanky Andrew Carr.
The clown he kept his word,
and quickly came with speed:
So now they married are,
and free to do the deed.
Chorus.—Row-de, dow-de, dow, &c.
Answer to the Happy Stranger.
I Once was a stranger, in a far country did roam,
When young Jemmy of Newry came to me alone,
He said, My dear jewel, now tell me I pray.
How you came to wander in a desart this way?
