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 With bannocks o' gude barley-meal,, Of thae there was right plenty, With chopped stocks fu' butter'd weel, And was not that right dainty.

Although my father was nae laird, ('Tis daffin' to be vaunty,) He keepit aye a gude kail-yard, A ha' house and a patry: A gude blue bonnet on his head, Aud o'erlay 'bout his craggy, And aye untill the day he died. He rade on good shanks naggy.

Now wae and wonder on your snout, Wad ye bae bonny Nancy; Wad ye compare yoursel' to me, A docken till a tansy? I have a wooer o' mine ain, They ca' him supple Sandy; And well I wat his bonny mou Is sweet like sugar-candy.

Now Nancy what needs a' this din, Do I not ken this Sandy? I'm sure the chill of a' his kin Was Rob the beggar randy. His minny Meg, upon her back, Bare baith him and his billy; Will ye compare a nasty pack, To me your winsome Willie?

My gutebard lea'd a gude braid sword, Though it be auld and rusty.