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 “It does mair skaith than a' the ills

“That happen in Stra'bogie.

Yet here's to ilka honest soul

Wha'll drink wi me a cogie;

And for ilk silly whiogin fool,

We'll duck him in a bogie.

For I maun hae my cogie, Sirs,

I canna want my cogie:

I wadna gie my three-gird cog

For a' the queaus in Bogie.

How blythe was I ilk morn to see

my swain come o'er the hill;

He leap'd the brook and flew to me,

I met him we good will.

O the broom the bonny, bonny broom,

the broom of Cowdenknowes

I wish I was with my dear swain,

Wi' his pipe and my ewes.

I neither wanted ewe nor lamb,

while his flock round me lay:

He gather'd in my sheep at night,

and cheer'd me all the day,

O the broom &c.