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8 We ca‘d the bicker aft about, Till dawning we ne'er jeed our bum, And ay the clearest drinker out, Was Andro wi' his cutty gun. Blyth, blyth, &c.

He did like ony mavis sing, And as I in his, oxter sat, He ca'd me ay his bonny thing. And mony a sappy kiss I gat. I hae been east, I hae been west, I hae been far ayont the sun; But the blythest lad that e'er I saw, Was Andro wi‘ his cutty gun. Blyth, blyth, &c.

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