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360 Collectanea.
Written in Books.
If onybody gets a len'
Be's glide as sen' it hame again.
is my name,
Scotland is my nation,
is my dwelling-place,
A pleasant habitation ; And when I'm dead and in my grave
And all my bones are rotten, Tak' up this book and think on me
When I am quite forgotten.
Old Songs.
I set spurs to my neadie
An' awa I did ride, To fair Lunnon city
Seekin' for a bride. The girls they cam efter me,
By one, by two, by ten, I taul them I would mairry, I taul them I would mairry, I taul them I would mairry.
But I never taul them when.
I aince had a sweetheart I loved her as my life,
An' ofttimes I thocht
I would mak her my wife.
