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 He had a ſtaff into his hand,

to fight me an he cou'd,

But herſel be rin awa' frae him,

his horſe be unca proud.

But I be rin around about,

and ſtan about the guard,

Where I ſee the deil chap the hours,

tan me grow unco feard:

Ohon! ohon! her nainſel ſaid,

and whare will me go rin?

For yonder pe the black man

tat burns the ſouks for ſin:

I'll no pe ſtay nae langer tere,

but faſt I rin awa',

And ſee te man thrawin reape

aſide the Broomy-law:

And O ſhe pe a lang tedder,

I ſpier'd what they'll do wi't?

He ſaid, lo hang te Highlandmen

for ſtealing o' their meat.

Hour, herſel's a honeſt ſhentleman,

I never yet did ſteal

But when I meet a muckle purſe

I like her unco weel.

Tan fare-you-well, you ſaucy fellow,

I fain your ſkin wou'd pay;

I came to you. town the morn, but,

an l'll gang est yeſterday.