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When sober, sae sour, ye'll fight wi' a flee, That 'tis a blythe sight to the bairnies and me;
 * When todlin hame, todlin hame,
 * When round as a neep you come todlin hame.

Sair, sair was my heart, when I parted frae my Jean, And sair, sair I sigh'd, while the tears stood in my
 * e'en,

For my daddy is but poor, an' my fortune is sae sma', It gars me leave my native Caledonia. When I think on the days now gane, and sae happy
 * I ha'e been,

While wand'ring wi' my dearie where the primrose
 * blaws unseen,

I'm wae to leave my lassie, an' my daddy's cot ava, Or to leave the healthful braes of Caledonia.

But wherever I wander, still happy be my Jean, Nae care disturb her bosom, where peace has ever
 * been,

Then tho' ills on ills befa' me, for her I'll bear
 * them a',

Tho' aft I'll heave a sigh for Caledonia.