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23 O had I all that wealth, Hoptoun's high moutains fill, Insur'd long life and health, And pleasure's at my will, 'd promise and fulfil, That none but bonnie she, The lass of Peaty's mill, Shou'd share the same with me.

The Carle he cam' o'er the Craft.

THE doitit auld carle cam' o'er the craft, Wi' his auld beard newlin shaven; He glowit at me as he had been daft;- The carle trow'd that I would hae him!

Hout awa, I winna hae him! Na, na, I winna hae him; The carle's fey to think that I, Wi' a' his gowd and gear wad hae him.

He whaisled and hostit as he cam' in, Wi' his auld beard newlin shaven; Syne wytit the reek and the frosty win', An' glowrt at me as I would hae him. Hout awa, &c.

Wi' welcome my minnie bade him come ben, Wi' his auld beard newlin shaven; He hunkirt him down like a clockin hen, And fleyret at me as I would hae him. Hout awa, &c.