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 Nainsel wad durk him for hur deeds, But oh she fears de sodger.

Another law cam after that, Me never saw the like, man: They mak a lang read on the crand. And ca’ him turnimspike, man.

And wow she pe a ponnie road, Like Louden cora rigs, man; Whar twa carts may gang on her. And no break ithers legs, man.

They sharge a penny for ilka horse. In troth they’ll be nae sheaper, For nought but gaun upon the crund, And they gie me a paper.

They tak the hors then be the head, And there they mak them stand, man: Me tell’d tem me had seen te day, Tey had nae sic command, man.

But I’ll awa to te Highland hills, Whar ne’er a ane shall turn her; And no come near your turnimspike, Unless it pe to purn her.

TWEEDSIDE.

Maggy and I war acquaint, I carried my noddle fu’ hie;