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Oh, have you patience, honest gentleman,
 * And hear me speak a word, sir,

For twopence is all the money I've got,
 * To carry me many a mile, sir.

He said no longer he would wait,
 * His patience I had fairly tired;

His pan it flashed, his brains I smashed,
 * With my shillelah that never missed fire.

With my, &c.

There's no a nook in a' the land
 * King William rules sae well,

There's naething half sae canty-grand,
 * As blythe Dumbarton's dell;

And would you speer the reason why,
 * The truth I'll fairly tell,

A winsome lassock lives hard by
 * Dumbarton's bonnie dell.

Up by yon glen Loch Lomond laves,
 * Where bold M'Gregors dwell;

And bogles dance o'er heroes' graves,
 * There lives Dumbarton's belle;

She's blest with every charm in life,
 * And this I know full well-

I'll ne'er be happy till my wife
 * Is blythe Dumbarton's belle.