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 She's rambled up, she's rambled down,

She's rambled through Perth town O,

And when she came to the brewer's door,

She was ashamed to gang in O!

He's drawn his course where e'er he's gane,

His country he has fled O!

He's not left a shift upon her back,

Nor a blanket on her bed O!

The brewer he set up in Perth,

And often brewed strong ale O!

And he has courted a bonny lass,

And ta'en her to his sell O!

Ye lovers all where'er ye be,

By me now take a warning.

And never slight your ain true love,

For fear you get a waur ane.



