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 But there is ane aboon the lave,

Has wit and sense, and a‘ that;

A bonny lass, I like her best

And wha a crime dare ca‘ that?

For a‘ that, &c.

In rapture sweet this hour we meet,

Wi‘ mutual love and a‘ that;

But for how lang the flee may stang,

Let inclination law that.

For a‘ that, &c.

Their tricks and craft hae put me da

They're ta'en me in, and a‘ that;

But clear your decks and here‘s the se

I like the jades for a‘ that.

For a‘ that, &c.

There's nought but care on every han'

In every hour that passes, O;

What signifies the life o‘ man,

An‘ ‘twere na for the lasses, O.

Green grow the rashes, O,

Green grow the rashes, O;