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6 But oh, if he's faithless, and mind na his Nannie, Plow still between us, thou wide-roaring main, May I never see it, may I never trow it, But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain.

FOR A THAT. Tho' women's minds like winter winds,
 * May shift and turn and a' that,

The noblest breast adores them maist,
 * A consequence I draw that,
 * For a' that and a' that,
 * And twice as mikle's a' that,
 * The bonny lass that I loe best
 * She'll be my ain for a' that.

Great love I bear to all the fair,
 * Their humble slave and a' that;

But lordly will, I hold it still,
 * A mortal sin to thraw that.
 * For a' that, &c.

But there is ane abaon the lave,
 * Has wit and sense, and a' that;