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7 She read the letter, and she leugh, "Ye needna been sae blate, man; "Ye might hae come to me yoursel', "And tauld me a you state, man.

But I ne'er gat sae sair a fleg Since I came frae my daddie: The laird cam rap rap to the yeti, When I was wi' his lady!

Then she pat me behind a chair. And happ'd me wi' a plaidy: But, I was like to swarf wi' fear, And wish'd me wi' my daddy.

The laird gaed out, he saw na me, I staid till I was ready: I promis'd, but I ne'er gaed back To see his bonny lady.

LEWIS GORDEN.

Oh! send Lewis Gorden hame, And send the lad I winna name; Tho' his back be at the wa'. Here's to that's far awa.