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 (2) KELLY.BURN BRAES. lived a carl on Kelly-burn
 * braes,

Hey and the rue grows bonny wi’
 * thyme.

And he had a wife was the plague of his days,
 * And the thyme it is wither’d and rue
 * is in prime.

Ae day as the carl gaed up the lang glen,
 * Hey and the rue, &c.

He met wi' the d-v-l, fays, how do you fen?
 * And the thyme, &c.

I’ve got a bad wife, Sir, that’s my complaint,
 * Hey and the rue, &c.

For, faving your prefence, to her ye’re a faint,
 * And the thyme, &c.

It’s neither your flot nor your flaig I fhall
 * crave.
 * Hey and the rue, &c.

But gie me your wife, man, for her I muft
 * have,
 * And the thyme, &c.

O, welcome moft kindly the bly the carl faid,
 * Hey and the rue, &c.