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 24 And aye she sings weels me, aye she sings weels me, Coggie, thou heals me, coggie, thou heals me, Aye my best friend, when there's onything ails me, Ne'er shall we part till the day that I dee. Dorothy ance was a weel tochered lass, Had charms like her neighbours, an' lovers anew; But she spited them sae, wi' her pride and her sauce, They left her for thirty lang summers to rue. Then aye she sang waes me, aye she sang waes me, O I'll turn crazy, O I'll turn crazy, Naething in a the wide world can ease me, Deil tak' the wooers- what shall I do? Dorothy, dozened wi living her lane, Pu'd at the rock, wi the tear in her e'e, She thought on the braw merry days that were gane, And caft a wee coggie for company. Now, aye she sings weels me, aye she sings weels me, Coggie, thou heals me, coggiė, thou heals me, Aye my best friend, when there's onything ails me, Ne'er shall we part, till the day that I dee.