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( 6 ) Tho' Geordy be laird of a houie,

and brags o' his kye and his pelf,

Tho' warld's gear I be right cant o',

a fig for't, as lang's I've my heath:

If ance I were kippel'd wi' Annie,

he'll, eldom ha'e caue to complain:

We'll jog on thro' life ay right canny,

when I a wife get o' my ain.

But if that my Annie prove faithles,

and marry before I return;

I'll no, like a cuiff, greet about her,

nor vet for ae minute wi'l mourn;

Awa' traught to ome ther beauty,

without los o' time I will hie

And how to the laes I'm careles,

unles is they're as willin' as I

  MY LOVELY OWEN.

' for beyond the mountains,

that looks 'o ditant here,

To fight his country's battles,

lat May-day went my dear;

Ah! well hall I remember,

with bitter ighs, the day;