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 [ 4 ] But well do I love my young Geordie,

because he’s so cunning and slee,

For oft he cock’d on my caul wame,

and I was as well pleas’d as he.

Such mirth at the mucking of byres,

dear girls take warning by me,

Will make you sit sighing and sobbing,

when you get Bob on your knee.

WEET Sir, for your courtesie,

when ye come by the Bass then,

For the love ye bear to me,

buy me a keeking-glass then.

Keek into the draw-well,

Janet, Janet;

And there ye’ll see your bonny sell,

My jo Janet.

Keeking in the draw-well clear,

what if I shou'd fa' in,

Syne, a’ my kin will say and swear,

I drown’d my sell for sin.

Ha’d the better by the brae,

Janet, Janet;

Ha’d the better by the brae,

My jo Janet.

Good Sir, for your courtesie,

coming thro’ Aberdeen then,