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6 Brawly can he dance and sing,

Canty glee or highland cronach;

Nane can ever match his fling,

At a reel, or round a ring;

Wightly can he wield a rung,

In a brawl he's aye the bangster:

A' his praise can ne'er be sung

By the langest-winded sangster.

Sangs that sing o' Sandy

Seem short, tho' they were e'er sae lang."

[ give here two versions of this popular song—the first, that which appears in Johnson's Museum, and which was altered by from some old strain—the second, that which is generally sung in our theatres.]

[ following excellent little nursery song is by, author of the highly popular ditty called "Wee Willie Winkie," and is here printed for the first time. Mr. Miller is a working cabinet turner in Glasgow.]

moon has row'd her in a cloud,

Stravagin' wuns begin

To shoggle and shake the window brods,

Like loons that wad be in.

Gae whistle a tune in the lum-head,

Or craik in saughen tree;

We're thankfu' for a cozie hame,

Sae gree, bairnies, gree.

Though gurlin' wuns may blaely blaw;

Our roustn' fire will thow

The straggler's taes,—and keep fu' cosh

My tousie taps-o'-tow.

O, wha wad cule your kale, my bairns,

Or bake your bread like me,

Ye'd get the bit frae out my mouth,

Sae gree, bairnies, gree.