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 THE CROOK AND PLAID.

If the lassies like the ladies

And they like me confess,

For every lass she had a lad

She likes abun the rest.

That's dear unto her bosom,

What ever be his trade;

There's nae wooing like the ladie,

That wears the Crook and Plaid.

and sae wael &c.

At morn he climbs the mountain,

His flishy flock to view;

And hear the Lavrocks warble,

Now springs frae mang the daw.

With his chearfull little doggie,

Sae frolicsome and glad,

Wanders forward with the ladie,

That wears the Crook and Plaid.

and sae weel, &c.

At even he laid him down,

All in yon healthy glen,