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 Highland chief and Lowland laird,

Maun gie room to Donald Caird.

Steek the amrie lock the kist,

Else some gear may soon be mist;

Donald Caird finds orra things,

Where Allan Gregor fand the tings;

Dunts o’ kebbue, tails o’ woo,

Whiles a hen, and whiles a sow;

Wabs o’ duds, frae hedge or yard—

'Ware the woody, Donald Caird.

On Donald Caird the doom was stern,

Craig to tether—legs to airn;

But Donald Caird, wi muckle study,

Caught the gift to cheat the woody.

Rings o’ airn and bolts o’ steel,

Fell like ice from han’ an’ heel: —

Watch the sheep in fauld and glen,

Donald Caird s come again.

Donald Caird’s come again;

Donald Caird’s come again;

Dinna let the Shirra ken,

Donald Caird’s come again.

I’ve naething to do but to sit and to spin,

And crack wi' my auld maiden aunty;