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146 John Smith, a fallow fine, Can ye shee a horse o' mine?' Ay, sir, that I can, As well's ony man. Here's a hammer, here's nails, Here's a cat wi' ten tails, Up Jack, doon Tam, Blaw the bellows, aul' man.'" (Miss Watson.

Johnie Smith, ma fellow fine, Can ye shee this horse o' mine?' Weel I wat, an that I can, Jist as weel as ony man. Ca a bittie on his tae, Gars a horsie spur a brae; Ca a bittie on his heel. Gars a horse trot richt weel.'" (Elgin.)

Johnie Smith, a fellow fine, Can ye shee this horse o' mine?' Yes, indeed, an that I can. As weel as ony man; Pit a bit upon the tae, T' gar the horsie clim' the brae; Pit a bit upon the heel, T' gar the horsie pace weel.'" (Mrs. Adam.)

John Smith, a fallow fine. Can you shoe a horse o' mine?' Yes, indeed, and that I can, Just as weel as ony man; Pit a bit upon the tae, To gar the powney speel the brae; Pit a bit upon the heel, To gar the powney speel weel, Ca't on, ca't on, ca't on.'" (Renton, Dumbartonshire.)

John Smith, a fellow fine, Can ye shoe this horse o' mine?' Yes, indeed, and that I can, As weel as ony man; Pit a bit upo' the tae, T' gar the horsie clim' the brae; Pit a bit upo' the sole, T' gar the horsie pay the toll; Pit a bit upo' the heel, T' gar the horsie pace weel. Pace weel, pace weel, pace weel.'" (Kincardineshire.)