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listen now, ladies,—it winna be lang,

While I sing you a cannie Northumberland sang;

It will tell you o' sports that have lang been my pride,

And the games we've been haddin' in bonnie Till side;

There 's few keener o' them,—come tell me o' ane,—

For thrawing the hammer, or putting the stane.

The Cheviot bred lads may beat us for speed;

And the prize for the jumping may gang to the Tweed;

The quoits to the town, and the race to the hill;

But there's something we'll keep on the banks of the Till:

Two prizes there are,— I will yield them to nane—

The thrawing the hammer and putting the stane.