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Poor Tam got his fairing I tron,
For a stick at the Gingerbread play'd-whistle,
And knockit him down like a cow;
Say Tam wha did that deil confound him,
Fair play let me win' at the loon,
And he wheeled his stick round and round him,
And swore aye oe swore like a very {dragoon
Then for a house they gaed glowrin,
Whar they might get wettin their mou,
Says Meg here's a house keeps a poorin,
Wi the sign o' the muckle black cow;
A Cow quo' Jenny ye gawky,
Preserve's but ye've little skill,
Ye haveril did ye e'er see a hawky,
Like that—look and ye'll see its a bull
But just as they darken'd the entry,
Says Willie were now far enough,
I see it's a house for the gentry,
Let's gang to the sign o' the pleugh,
Na faith says Gibbie wese better,
Gae dauner to auld Luckie Gun's,
For there I'm to meet wi my Father,
And auld uncle Jock o' the Whins.
Now they a' in Luckie's had landed,
