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150 Ta shentleman's say't "respect ta coort,

Or nelse my koot lat you'll suffer for 't,

Shust taur to spokst another wort,

An' she'll send her to ta Fischal in ta mornin'.

Oich! she didna knew what to do afa,

For she nefer found herself so sma',

An' klat she was right to kot awa',

Frae oot o' ta offish in ta mornin'.

Oh! tat she war to ta Hielans pack,

Whar ne'er ta pailie's tare to crack,

An' whare she wad gotten ta sorro' a plack,

Frae n'oot o' her sporan in ta mornin'.

An tat there was there her cosin's son,

An' Tuncan, an' Tookal, and Tonal Cunn,

An' twa tree more, she wad haet sic fun,

And no be plaiget wi' pailies in ta mornin'.

you'll knaw me, my name it is Tugal M'Tagger,

She'll brought hersel' down frae the braes o' Lochaber,

To learn her nainsel to be praw habberdaber,

Or fine linen-draber, the tane or the twa.

She'll being a stranger, she'll look very shy-like:

She's no weel acquaint wi your laigh kintra dialect;

But hoogh! never heed, she's got plenty o' Gaelic—

She comes frae ta house at the fit o' Glendoo.

But her kilt she'll exchange for ta praw tandy trowser,

An' she'll learn to ta lady to scrap an' to pow, sir,

An' say to ta shentlemans. How did you'll do, sir?

An' ten she'll forget her poor friens at Glendoo.