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 His minny Meg upon her back, Bare baith him and his billy: Will ye compare a nasty pack, To me your winsome Willie.

My gutchard lea'd a gude braid sword, Though it be auld and rusty, Yet, ye may tak it on my word, It is baith stout and trusty. And if I can but get it drawn, (Which will be right uneasy) I shall lay baith my lugs in pawn That he shall get a heezy-

Thea Nancy turned her round about, And said did Sandy hear ye, Ye wadna miss to get a clout, I ken he didna fear ye. Sae haud your tongue and say nae mair, Set somewhere else your fancy, For as lang's Sandy's to the fore, Ye never shall get Nancy.

Come let us a' be canty boys, The moment that we're here;