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 7 And see the man thrawin' te rape

Aside te Broomielaw.

An' O she tedder,

I spier't what they'll do wi't,

He said, to hang the Highlandmen,

For stealing o' 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 would pay,

I cam' to your toon the morn,

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 choppin ale,

An' ten me got a supper,

A filthy clout o' chapsit meat,

Boiled amang butter.

I gang awa into the kirk

To hear a lawland preach,

And mony a bonny sang they sing,

Tere books they did them teach.