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 The tailor cam’ to clout the claise, Upon a Lammas night, man, Which caus’d the battle o’ the fleas, And shaw’d M'Craw’s great might, man; John Tamson at the key-hole keeks, My wife’s a wanton pawky, She’s clouting Johnny’s grey breeks, And bess she’s but a gawky. Dirum dum, &c.

In Fife there liv’d a wicked wife, And she has ta’en the gee, man, The door barring caus’d the strife, And Sandy o’er the lee, man; Tarry woo frae Tweedside came, Frae Aberdeen cauld kail, man, Made gude Scotch broser to fill our wame, Could Donald McDonald fail, man. Dirum dum, &c.

Should auld acqaintance be forgot, Sae merry’s we hae been, man; Yet still on Mcanie’s charms I doat, At Polwart on the green, man; Willie was a wanton wag, And push’d about the jorum, While Rab the Ranter burrt his bag, Playing the Reel of Tullochgorum. Dirum dum, &c.