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7 Their tricks and craft hae put me daft, They've ta'en me in and a' that; But clear your decks, and here's the sex! I like the jades for a' that. For a' that, &c. ____

O'ER THE MUIR AMONG THE HEATHER.

One morh in May, when fields were gay, (Serene and charming was the weather) chanc'd to roam some miles from home, Far o'er the muir amang the heather. O'er the muir amang the heather, Oer the muir amang the heather, low heartsome 'tis to range the muirs, And brush the dew from blooming heather.

walk'd along, and humm'd a song; My heart was light as ony feather, When I chanc'd to meet a lovely lass, As wading barefoot through the heather. O'er the muir, &c. she was the bonniest e'er I saw, I met that morn amang the heather.

her eyes so fine, more bright did shine, Than the most fair unclouded weather,