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 where ilka lad man hae his lass,

But I maun hae my cogie.

But I maun hae my cogie, troth,

I canna want my cogie,

I wadna gie my three gird cog

For a‘ the wives in Bogie.

Johnny Smith has got a wife

wha scrimps him o’ his cogie;

But were she mine, upon my life,

I’d duck her in a bogie.

For I maun hae my cogie, troth,

I canna want my cogie,

I wadna gee my three gird cog

For a’ the wives in Bogie.

Twa or three todlin weans they hae,

The pride o‘ a‘ Stra‘bogie,

Whene’er the tottums cry for meat,

She curses ay his cogie;

Crying,“Wae betide the three gird cog

“Oh wae betide the cogie,

“It does mair skaith than a’ the ills

“That happen in Stra’bogie.”

She fand him ance at Willie Sharp’s;

And what they maist did laugh at,

She brake the bicker, spilt the drink,

And tightly gowff’d his haffet,

Crying “Wae betide the three-gird co

“Oh, wae betide the cogie,