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8 I gat it frae a bonny Scots callan, A tween Saint Johnstone and bonny Dundee, And O, gin I saw but the laddie that gae me’t! Fu' aft has he doudl'd me upon his knee; But now he’s awa, and I dinna ken whare he's; O gin he was back to his minny and me!

My heart has nae room when I think on my dawty; his dear rosy haffits bring tears in my ee. But now he’s awa, and I dinna ken whar he's Gin we would ance meet, we's ne’er pa till we die. And, O gin I saw but my bonny Scots callan has he doudl’d me upon his knee; But now he’s awa, and I dinna ken whar he' O gin he was back to his minny and me.

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