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4 And now the so sucky are got,

They'll go to sleep rocking O:

While the bride-maids for so gravely prepare

For throwing of the stocking O.

Dacadems we'll have says father Quipes

And the bride was kissed genteelly O,

While to wish them fun the merry pipes

Struck up a lilt so gaily O.

Teddery teddery, &c.

MY NANNIE O.

yon hills where Lugar flows,

'Maug moors and mosses many O:

"The wintry sun the day has clos'd,

An' I'll away to Nannie O.

The westlin wind blaws loud and shril,

The night baith dark and loy O,

But I'll get my plaid and out I'll steal,

And o'er the hill to Nannie, O.

My Nannie's charming fair and young

Nae artfu' wiles to win me O,

May ill befs' the flatt ring tongue,

That wad beguile my Nannie, O: