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 Whare shall our gudeman lie? The gleed Earl of Kelly. Dirum dum, &c.

Toodle butt, and foodie ben, Hey, Tam Brandy; Crack a louse on Maggy’s Wame, Little Cocky Bendy There’s three sheep’s skins, The barber and his bason; The bonnie lass o’ Patie’s Mill, Wi’ the free and accepted mason. Dirum dum, &c.

On Ettrick banks, ae simmer night, The cliffy rocks, in view, man, Kath’rine Ogie gat a fright, ’Mang Scotland’s bells sae blue, man, O wally, wally, up yon wood, And down by bonny Yarrow, The lassie lost her silken snood Wi’ Wil’ her winsome marrow. Dirum dum, &c.

Stately stapt he east the wa', The tad I darena name, man; Geordie reigns in Charlie’s ha’; Send Lewie Gordon hame, man; In winter when the rain rain’d cauld, Wil’ brew’d a peck o’ maut man; John Anderson ye’re growing auld, Pit a sheep’s head i’ the pat man, Dirum dum, &c.