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 The trade o’ langsyne, my jo

The trade o’ langsyne,

For want o’ that which is now gane,

The trade o’ langsyne.

Our taxes too are grown sae big,

Beneath them sair we crine,

The want o’ wark, an' meat sae dear,

Its no like langsyne:

Its no like langsyne, my jo,

Its no like langsyne.

The want o’ wark, an’ meat sae dear,

Its so like langsyne.

The times may mend, an’ we may meet,.

Nae mair oursells to pine,

An’ this will come when it revives,

The trade o’ langsyne:

The trade o’ langsyne, my jo,

The trade o’ langsyne,

An’ this will come when it revives,

The trade o’ langsyne.

CAWDER FAIR.

As I gaed into Cawder town,

to sell my market ware, man.

The lads and lasses, a’ sae fine,

were skelping to the fair, man.