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3 An Wattie he sat in the ale house, and hard at the bicker did ca', Sae nicely as Maggie sat by him; he took the pint-stoup in his arms, Quo' he, I think they're right saucy, that lo'es sa good father's bairns. Sing fal de ral la de.

But now it grew late i' the eening, and bughting time was drawing near; The lasses had stanch'd a' their greening, wi' south o' bra' apples and pears; There's Tibbie and Sibbie, and Lillie, wha weel on the spindle can spin, Stood glowring at signs and glass winnocks, but fiend a ane bade them come in. Sing fal de ral la de.

Gosh guides did you e'er see the like o't, see yonders a bonny black swan, It looks as it fain wou'd be at us what's yon that it has in it's han', Awa' daft gow'k, quo' Wattie, It's nane but a rickle o' sticks, See herh's the deil and Bell Hawkie, and yonder's Mess James and Auld Nick, Sing fal de ral, la de.