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 7 And ay since syne, she cries, boware of false seluding men. But let them say, &c. Gleed Sandys he came wast re night, And spier'd when I saw Pate: And ay since syne the neighbours round, They jeer me air and late. But let them say or let them do, It's e' ane to me, For I'll gae to the bonny lad, That's waiting on me, Waiting on me, my love, He s waiting on me; For he's low down in the broom, That's waiting on me.

STEER HER UP AND HA'D HER GAW'N. O steer her up and ha'd her gew'r, her mither's at the mill, jo ; But gin she winna tak a man, e'en her let tak her will, jo. Play thee, lad leave silly thinking, cast thy cares of love away: Let our sorrows drown in drinking, 'tis daffin' langer to delay; See that shining glass of claret, how invitingly it looks;