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 Here's t'ye M'Farlane! here's t'ye mt heroes,

The wale o' the kintra weel wardie a. can;

Ye're the relics and proofs o' our au'd Scottish nation;

O! the crony o' cronies, a cracky auld man;





Down in yon village I live so snug;

They call me Giles the plowman's boys

Throughwoods and o'er stiles, as I trudge many miles,

I whistle, I whistle, and whoop, gee woo, Jerry.

My work being done to the lawn there I fly,

Where the lads at the lasses all look very sly;

And I'ze deeply in love with a girl it is true,

And I know what I know, but I mauna tell you:

But I'll whistle, I'll whistle, for of all the girls I ever did see,

O cherry cheek Patty for me.

Though the squire go great, so happy mayn't be,

As poor simple Giles the plowman's boy;

No matters of state ever addle my pate,

But I'll whistle, I'll whistle and whoop gee woo, Jerry,

Now cherry cheek Patty she lives in a vale,

Whom I help d o'er the stile, with her milking pail,

And Patty has a like notion of me it is true,

And I know what I know, but I mauna tell you;

But I'll whistle, &c.

I'se able and strong, and willing to work,

And when the lark rises off trudges I;

The cows up I call, and harness old Ball,

I whistle, I whistle, and whoop, gee woo, Jerry.