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4 There was braw kissing there; Come butt and kiss wi’ me, man; There was Highland folk and Lawland folk, Unco folk and kend folk, Folk aboon folk I the yard; there’s nae folk like our ain folk. Dirum dum, &c

Hech, hey! Bessy Bell, kilt your coat, Maggy, Ye’s get a new gown, down the burn Davie. The Earl o’ Mar's bonny thing, and muckle bookit wallet, Play the same tune over again, and down the burn fora’ that. Dirum dum, &c

Gin ye had been whare I had been, ye wadna been sae wantin; I gat the lang girdin o’t, an’ I fell thro’ the gantrin. O’er the hills and far awa', my bonny winsome Willie; What shall our gudeman lie? the gleed Earl o’ Kellie Dirum dum, &c

Toddle butt, and toddle ben, hey, Tam Brandy; Crack a louse on Maggy’s wyme,