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 In winter when the wind and rain,

blaws o'er the barn and byre;

Che miller by a clean hearth-stane,

beside a ranting fire,

He sits and cracks and tells his tale,

o'er ale that is right nappy:

Who'd be a Queen that gaudy thing,

when a miller's wife's sae happy.

The Lasses that live in this town,

They for the Lads will give a crown,

Lads they are so very scant

y will take any before they want

rare country Lasses, O rare Lasses O,

With Capachines and Cardinals

v love the Lads that have good t--ls,

how to get do not ken,

though they were ne'er so ain. O, &c.

They take three rows of pins to dress,

y will stand two hours at the glass,

in that is donc they march away,

aking there's nose like them so gay, &e.

They busk ns braw as e'er they can,

go to the fair to get & man;

y all rank up about the cross,

i come and take them up by force.

rare country Lasses, O rare Lasses O.