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( 6 ) Tho' Geordy be laird o' a housie,

And brags o' his kye and his pelf,

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

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

If ance I were kippel'd wi' Annie,

She'll seldom ha'e cause to complain,

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

When I a wife get o' my ain.

But if that my Annie prove faithless,

And marry before I return;

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

Nor yet for ae minute will mourn;

Awa straught to some ither beauty,

Without loss o' time I will hie,

And show to the lasses I'm careless,

Unless they're as willin' as I.

  MY LOVELY OWEN.

' far beyond the mountains,

That looks so distant here,

To fight his country's battles,

Last May-day went my dear;

Ah! well shall I remember,

With bitter sighs the day: