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Rh 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' kebbne, taits o' woo, Whiles a hen, and whiles a show; 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 Cairn's come again.

Donald Caird's come again; Donald Caird's some 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;