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7 That e'er I should fyle my fingers

Wi' the mucking o' Geordie's byre.

The mucking, &c.

Tho' the roads were ever sae dirty,

Or the day gae scoury and foul,

I wad aye be ganging wi' Geordie,

I liked it far better than school.

The muckihg, &c.

My brither abuses me daily,

For being wi' Geordie sae free;

My sister she ca's me hoedwinked,

Because he's below my degree.

The mucking, &c.

But weel do I like my young Geordie,

Although he was cunning and slee;

He ca's me his dear and his honey,

And I'm sure my Geordie loo's me.

The muckiugmucking [sic], &c.  

WHEN THE ROSY MORN, &c.

When the rosy morn appearing,

Paints with gold the verdant lawn,