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Our auld gude man delights to view
his sheep and kyne thrive bonny O,
But I'm as blythe that hauds his plough,
and hae nae care but Nannie O,
Come weel come woe, I care na by,
I'll tak what heaven will send me O;
Nae either care in life hae I,
but live and love my Nannie O.
When the Wars are all o'er.
As I was travelling th' country up and down,
At length I arrived at a little market town
Where the drums were a beating for ſoldiers I'm ſure,
Which made me conclude that the wars were not o'er.
O but in came the barber with baſon and ball.
Baying, Do you want to be ſhav'd kind gentlemen all,
But the people wear their old wigs, they're all turn'd ſo poor,
And they can't get thəm dreſt till the wars are bli o'er.
O then in came the taylor, and this he did ſay,
They have lower'd all our wages to ſixpence a-day:
For the people wear their old clothes they're now turn'd ſo poor.
They can't afford new ones till the wars are all o'er.
O then in came the tanner, and this he did ſay,
I've truſted my leather to a ſhoe-maker to day,
He is gone for a ſoldier, which grieves me full ſore;
And he can't pay my leather, till th' wars are all o'er.
