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THE RANTIN' HIGHLANDMAN.

A morn, last owk, as I gade out,

To flit a tether'd ewe and lamb,

I met (as skiffing ower the green),

A jolly rantin Highlandman;

His shape was neat, wi' features sweet,

An' ilka smile my favour wan;

I ne'er had seen as blythe a lad,

As this young rantin' Highlandman!

He said, My dear, how came ye here,