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 That ever I should fyle my fingers
 * Wi' the mucking o' Geordie's byre.

The mucking, &c.

Tho' the roads were ever sae filthy,
 * Or the day sae scoury and foul,

I wad aye be ganging wi' Geordie;
 * I lik'd it far better than school.

The mucking, &c.

My brither abuses me daily,
 * For being wi' Geordie sae free:

My sister she ca's me hoodwinked,
 * Because he's below my degree.

The mucking, &c.

That weel do I like my young Geordie,
 * Although he was cunning and slee;

He ca's me his dear and his honey,
 * And I'm sure my Geordie lo'es me.

The mucking, &c.

ye go to the ewe-bughts, Marion.
 * And wear in the sheep wi' me?

The sun shines sweet, my Marion,
 * But nae hauf sae sweet as thee.