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Her nainsel into Glasgow went, an errand there to see't. And she never saw a bonnier town, standing on her feet.

For a' the houses that be there, were theeket wi' blue stanes, And a stane ladder to gang up, no sa' to break her banes.

I gang upon a stony road, a street thay do him ca'. And when me seek the chapman's house, his name be on the wa'

I gang to buy a snish tamback, and standing at the crose, And there I see a dead man, was riding on his horse.

And O he be a poor man, and no hae mony claes, Te brogs be worn aff his feet, and me see a' his taes.

horse hud up his muckle fit, for to gie me a shap, And gaping wi' his great meuth, to grip me by the tap.