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 (6) Now to conclude. His grey breeks

I'll sing them up wi' mirth and glee;

Here's luck to a the grey sleeks

that show themselves upo the knee.

But if a wee wi' health I'm spar'd,

and I trust it will be sae

I'll hae his breeks as weel prepar'd

as ony e'er was made o grey. 

 TELL ME THE WAY TO WOO

O tell me my bonny young lassie,

O tell me the way for to woo!

O tell me, my bonny sweet lassie,

O tell me the way for to woo!

Say, maun I roose your red cheeks like the morning;

lips like the rose, when it's moisten'd with dew?

And say, maun I roose your een a pawky scorning?

O tell me, dear lassie, the way for to woo.

O far hae I wander'd dear lassie

to see thee I've sail'p the salt sea;

I've travel'd o'er muirlands and mountains

and houseless lain cauld on the leas,