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I live i' the cottage where Norval was bred in,
You live in the palace your ancestors rear’d,
Nae guests uninvited dare come to our weddin’,
Nor ruthless invader pluck us by the beard;
Then thanks to the island we live in, where shipping
Skim round us abreast, or like geese in a string,
Then safe I can say, as my brose I am sipping,
I’m fifty years Shepherd, you’re fifty a King,
But ah! Royal George, and ah! humble Norman,
Life to us baith draws near to a close;
The year's far awa that was our natal hour, man,
Tho time's at our elbow that brings us repose;
But e'en let it come, sirs, if conscience acquit us,
A sigh frae our bosom death never shall wring,
An' may the next Jubilee, amang angels meet us,
So hail the auld Shopherd, and worthy auld King.
BUNDLE OF WANTS.
Come, Gentlemen, sit you all merry,
I’ll sing you a song of want;
I’ll make you as merry as can be,
Now my money begins to grow scant.
A woman without ever a tongue,
She never can scold very loud;
It’s just such another sad want,
When a fiddler wants his crowd.
