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 An' O she pe a lang tedder,

I spier't what they'll do wi’t,

He said to hang the Highlandmen

For stealing their meat.

Hout, hersel's an honest shentleman,

I never yet did steal,

But when I meet a muckle purse,

I like it unco weel.

Tan fare ye weel ye saucy fellow,

I fain your skin wad pay;

I cam to your town the morn but,

An' i'll gang out yesterday.

Fan I gang to my quarter-house,

The door was unco braw,

For here they had a cow’s husband,

Was pricked on the wa'.

O tere me got a shapin ale,

An’ ten me got a supper,

A filthy choud o' chappit meat

Boiled amang a butter.

It was a filthy dirt o' beef,

His banes was like te horn,

She was a calf wanting the skin,

Before that she was born.

I gang awa into the kirk

To hear a Lawland preach,

And mony a bonny sang they sing,

Tere books they did them teach.