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 I winna hae the lord nor laird for a' their muckle gear But I will hae my Sandy lad, my Sandy o'er the muir. For he's ay, &c.

the lasses, O. Fairfa' the lasses. O, And dool and care be still his share, Wha doesna lo'e the lasses, O. Pale poverty and grining care, How lang will ye oppress us, O, Yet light's the load we hae to bear, If lessened by the lasses, O. Fairfa' the lasses &c.

The rich may sneer as they gae by, Or scornfully may pass us O; Their better lot let's ne'er envy But live and love the lasses, O. Fairfa' the lasses, &c.

Why should we ever sigh for wealth? Sic thoughts should never fash us, O, A fig for pelf, when blest wi health, Content, and bonny lasses O. Fairfa' the lases, &c.