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Knichts of the thumle far an’ near,

Unto my tale pray lend an’ ear,

It frae your e’e will draw the tear

Wi’ muckle speed,

As soon the waefu' tale ye hear

That Jamie’s dead.

O reader, cam he e’er to thee,

An’ winkin’ at you wi’ his e'e,

Saying will tu gie me a bawbee

To get a glass;

For whilk ye wad in a moment see

Him on his arse.