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 Love gies the word

Then haſte on board,

Fair winds and tenty boat—man,

Waft o'er, waft o'er

Frae yonder ſhore,

My blithe, my bonny Scot—man.



IS I ha'e ſeven braw new gowns,

and ither ſeven better to mak,

And yet for a' my braw new gowns,

my wooer has turned his back;

Beſides I ha'e ſeven milk-ky,

and Sandy he has but three;

And yet for a' my good ky,

the laddie winna ha'e me.

My dadie's a delver of dykes,

my mither can card and ſpin,

And I'm a fine fodgel laſs,

and the ſiller comes linkin in,

The ſiller comes linkin in,

and it is fu' fair to ſee,

And fifty times wow! O wow,

what ails the lads at me?

When ever our Baty does bark,

then faſt to the door I rin,