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I lo'e nae a lassie but ane |
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And she lo'es nae a laddie but me |
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And i'm wantin' to mak' her my ain |
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And my ain she is wantin' to be |
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Let ithers brag weel o' their gear |
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O' their land and their lordly degree |
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Oh i care no' for aught but my dear |
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For she's everything lordly to me |
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Our lord has baith fellows and wealth |
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Oh but see how he's dwinin' with care |
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And though we hae got nothing but health |
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Aye we're cantie and hail ever mair |
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So lassie ne'er heed what they say |
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We hae something mair costly than gear |
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Every night we've got nothing to rue |
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Every morning we've nothing to fear |
