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 Nae mair about the corse ye’ll see

Nae mair a bawbee will ye gie him,

Nae mair his hat he’ll gar flee frae

Upon the street,

An’ cry noo Jamie Gemmill gie

The Tailor’s leap.

But noo I maun lay doun my pen,

An’ to my verses mak an' en’,

Whare’er he’s gaen weel may he

An' let ilk chiel

Unto his prayer say Amen,

Sae fare ye weel.

Here in this Kirk yard

There lieth interr’d

The Body of wee Jamie

Who on earth was aye frisky