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 My Kimmer and I are scant o’ claes,

Wi’ soups o‘ drink and soups o‘ brose;

But late we rise and soon gae lye,

And cantilie live—my Kimmer an’ I.

My Kimmer is auld, my Kimmer is bent,

And I’m gaun louting owre a kent;

The well o‘ life is dribbling dry,

An‘ drouthie dronthie’s Kimmer and I.

There’s auld Rob Morris that wons in

yon glen,

He‘s the king of gude fellows and wale

o’ auld men;

He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen

and kine,         (mine.

And ae bonny lassie, his darling and

She’s fresh as the morning, the fairest in

May;             (hay;

She’s sweet as the e‘ning among the new

As blithe and as artless as the lamb on

the lea,         (my ee.

And dear to my heart as the light to