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(　72　) Oh! but it is a fine thing To keek out o'er the dyke. But 'tis a muckle finer thing, When I see your hurdies fyke; When I see your hurdies fyke, John, And wriggle to and fro; 'Tis then I like your chaunter-pipe, John Anderson my jo.

I'm backit like a salmon, I'm breasted like a swan, My wame it is a down cod, My middle you may span; From my crown until my tae, John, I'm like the new-fa'n snow; And 'tis a' for your conveniency, John Anderson my jo.