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4 Which gars me sair to greet the snood, I lost amang the bracken. And twine it weel my bonnie dow, And twine it weel the plaiden ; The lassie lost her silken snood, In pu’ing o’ the bracken.

MADAME JANE.

Money maks us bonny. Money maks us glad ; Be she lame or lazy, Money brings a lad.

When I’d ne'er a penny, Deil a lad had I; Pointing aye at Jenny, Laughing, they flew by.

Money causes flattery, Money maks us vain ; Money changes a’ things,— Now I'm Madam Jane.

Sin auld Robby left me Houses, fields, not few; Lads thrang round in clusters— I'm a beauty now !