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(　98　)  As breathless an' fatigued I lay, In his arms among the hay, My blood fast thro' my veins did play As he lay huggin' me; I thought my breath would never last, For Jockey danc'd sae devilish fast; But what cam o'er, I trow, at last, There's deil ane kens but me. But soon he wearied o' his dance, O' a' his jumpin' an' his prance, An' confess'd without romance, He was fain to let me be.

 

