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owse about till daddie care

sg whistle owre the ve o&039;t

i a, c

sae rrily&039;s the banes we&039;ll pyke,

an&039; sun oursel&039;s about the dyke;

an&039; at our leisure, when ye like,

we&039;ll whistle owre the ve o&039;t

i a, c

but bless wi&039; your heav&039;n o&039; chars,

an&039; while i kittle hair on thairs,

hunr, cauld, an&039; a&039; sic hars,

ay whistle owre the ve o&039;t

i a, c

recitativo

her chars had struck a sturdy caird,

as weel as poor gut-scraper;

he taks the fiddler by the beard,

an&039; draws a roosty rapier—

he swoor, by a&039; was swearg worth,

to speet hi like a pliver,

unless he would fro that ti forth

relish her for ever

wi&039; ghastly e&039;e poor eedle-dee

upon his hunkers bended,

an&039; pray&039;d for grace wi&039; ruefu&039; face,

an&039; the arrel ended

but tho&039; his little heart did grieve

when round the tkler prest her,

he feign&039;d to snirtle his sleeve,

when th the caird address&039;d her:

air

tune—“clout the cauldron”

y bonie ss, i work brass,

a tkler is y station:

i&039;ve travell&039;d round all christian ground

this y oupation;

i&039;ve taen the gold, an&039; been enrolled

any a noble sadron;

but va they search&039;d when off i arch&039;d

to go an&039; clout the cauldron

i&039;ve taen the gold, c

despise that shrip, that wither&039;d ip,

with a&039; his noise an&039; cap&039;r;

an&039; take a share with those that bear

the budt and the apron!

and by that stowp! y faith an&039; houp,

and by that dear kilbaigie,

if e&039;er ye want, or et wi&039; scant,

ay i ne&039;er weet y craigie

and by that stowp, c

recitativo

the caird prevail&039;d—th&039; unbshg fair

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