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5 O FY, HASTE MARG'RET

O fy, haste Marg'ret! woman are ye in?

I nae sooner heard it, than fast I did rin,

Down the gate to tell ye, I ran down the gate to tell ye,

I ran down the gate to tell ye, we'll no be left our skin.

O gin ye heard it! O dear, dear!

There has nae been the like o’t since Mar's years:

For I'm a' panting panting panting,

For I’m a' panting find my heart here.

Fu' weel did I ken that a' was nae right,

For I dreamt o' red an' green a’ the last night;

Twa cats fighting, fighting, fighting,

An' twa cats fighting; I waken'd in a fright.

But ken ye gin our neighbour Elspit be in?

As ay gae and tell her an' see that ye rin,

An' auld Robby Barbar, auld Robby Barbar,

An' auld Rabby Barbar for we maun tell him.

O a'ay a wee woman an' tell it a' out,

They're bringing in black Popery, I fear an’ I doubt