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But spare to speak, and spare to speed,
She'll aiblins listen to my vow:
Should she refuse I'll lay my dead
To her twa een sae bonnie blue.
the rantin dog the daddie o't.
O wha my babbie-clouts will buy?
Wha will tent me when I cry?
Wha will kiss me whar I lie?
The rantin dog the daddie o't.—
Wha will own he did the faut?
Wha will buy my groanin maut?
Wha will tell me how to ca't?
The rantin dog the daddie o't.—
When I mount the creepie chair,
Wha will sit beside me there?
Gie me Rob, I seek nae mair,
The rantin dog the daddie o't.
Wha will crack to me my lane?
Wha will mak me fidgin fain?
Wha will kiss me owre again?
The rantin dog the daddie o't.—
