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 As thus she lay sunk in despair,

and mourn'd to the echoes around,

Inflam'd all at once grew the air,

and thunders shook dreadful the ground.

“ I hear the kind call, and obey;

receive me, dear Colin!" she cry'd,

Then breathing a sigh o'er his clay,

she hung on his tombstone, and dy'd.

cauld kail in Aberdeen,

And castocks in Stra’bogie,

Whar ilka lad maun hae his lass,

But I maun hae my cogie.

For I maun hae my cogie, troth,

I canna want my cogie:

I wadna gie my three-gird cog

For a' the wives in Bogie.

Johnny Smith has got a wife

Wha scrimps him o' his cogie;

But were she mine, upon my life,

I'd duck her in a bogie.

For I maun hae my cogie, troth,

I canna want my cogie;

I wadna gie my three-gird cog

For a' the wives in Bogie.

Twa-three todlin weans they hae,

The pride o' a' Stra’bogie;