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 —A Farmer's Spenee, not many miles from the famous

Town of Lochmaben.

"My son, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways."

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1. down, my sons, and hear your father;

I for your sakes have called you hither,

Before auld age begins to wither

This frame of mine,

And I my business, altogether,

To you resign.

2. I care not though my neighbours clash

About the way I’ve made my cash,

And view me as a dirty trash,

And wish me ill,

And call me an unfeeling hash,

And scoundrel Will.

3. I let them talk. Without their aid

A little money I have made;

And if to what may now be said

Ye’ll a’ take heed,

In ony line, I’m not afraid,

But ye’ll succeed.