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Ye’re me chicken for a' your cheeping Ye’re like Mae Kay’s mare ye break fairly aff Ye’re good enough but ye’re no braw new Ye’re no fae poor as ye peep 900 Ye're well away if we bide, and we’re well quat Ye're of fae mony minds ye’ll never be married Ye're never pleas’d fu’ nor fafting Ye're unco good an I ye’ll grow fair Ye're fair fafh’d hadding naething together 905 Ye’re no fed on deaf nuts Ye’re fink but no fair handled Ye’re bufy for king the thing that’s no tint Ye're like the hens' ye rin aye to the heap Ye’re fear'd for the day ye never faw 910 Ye’re' beft when ye’re fleeping Ye’re a fweet nut if ye were well cracked Ye’re no light where ye lean a’ Ye’re Davy do naething, and good at naething Ye're come aff the houfe of 915 Ye're het vet and your belt's hale Ye foon weary of well doing Ye'fe get your brofe out of the the of the pot Ye fhape fhoon by your ain fhaebled feet Your tongue’s nae flander 920 Your tongue runs aye before your wit Ye wad make mickle of me if I were yours Ye watna where a bleffing may light Ye were never born at that time of the year Young fowk may die. and auld fowk maun die 925 Young ducks may be auld geefe Your meal’s a’ deagh Your head will never fill your father’s bonnet Your thrift's as good as the prieft of a yell hen Your wame thinks your wyfon’s cutted 830 Your purfe was fteked when that was paid for Your gear will never o'ergang you Your minie’s milk’s no out of your FINIS. J. Neilson, printer.