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John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill the gither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither, Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And we'll sleep the gither at the foot, John Anderson; my jo.

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Willie brew'd a Peck o' Maut.

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O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, And Rob and Allan cam to see; Three blyther hearts, that lee lang night, Ye wadna found it Christendee.

We arena fou, we're nae that fou; But just a drappie in our ee; The cock may craw, the day may daw, And ay we'll taste the barley bree.

Here are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys, I trow are we; And mony a night we've merry been And mony mair we hope to be! We are na fou, &c.