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Let art an' let nature display their proud treasures,
 * Let paradise boast o' what ance it could gi'e;

My riches are greater, mair sweet are my pleasures.
 * In the heart-meltin' blink o' my lassie's blue e'e.

I met four chaps yon birks amang, Wi' hanging lugs and faces lang; spier'd at neibour Baldy Strang,
 * What are these we see?

he, ilk cream-fac'd pawky chiel' Thinks himsel cunnin' as the de'il, And here they cam' awa' to steal
 * Jenny's bawbee.

The first, a captain to his trade, ill-lin'd scull, and back weel clad, March'd round the barn, and by the shed,
 * And papped on his knee:

he, my goddess, nymph and queen, beauty's dazzled baith my een! But de'il a beauty he had seen
 * But Jenny's bawbee.

Norland laird neist trotted up, bassen'd naig and siller whip!