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Rh He wisely mounts his Highland shelty, And took the road on helty skelty. As he rode on and cracked his whup, A gentleman came riding up, Wha bade 'Good day,' wi friendly air, And spiered 'if he'd been at the fair?' When Donald, without vain parade, Returned him thanks, and said 'he had' And a' his business, tap and tail o't, When at the fair, he tauld the hale o't, Right crouse they grew wi' ane anither, And mony stories tauld to ither, Bout kings an' priests an' great commanders, The wars iuin [sic] Britain, France, and Flanders. When mony mile's they'd rode in league, They in a hollow reached a brig Across a burn, that ran wi' ease Down through a glen adoruedadorned [sic] wi' trees. Now 'twas a bonnie summer's day, When a', the fields were elothedclothed [sic] and gay, They stopped, and dropped there tales and jokin', Their horses' lowing drouth to sloken, And greed some little time to pass, To let them rest and eat some grass.