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There was braw kissing there;
Come butt and kiss wi’ me, man;
There was Highland folk and Lawland folk,
Unco folk and kend folk,
Folk aboon folk I the yard;
there’s nae folk like our ain folk.
Dirum dum, &c
Hech, hey! Bessy Bell,
kilt your coat, Maggy,
Ye’s get a new gown,
down the burn Davie.
The Earl o’ Mar's bonny thing,
and muckle bookit wallet,
Play the same tune over again,
and down the burn fora’ that.
Dirum dum, &c
Gin ye had been whare I had been,
ye wadna been sae wantin;
I gat the lang girdin o’t,
an’ I fell thro’ the gantrin.
O’er the hills and far awa',
my bonny winsome Willie;
What shall our gudeman lie?
the gleed Earl o’ Kellie
Dirum dum, &c
Toddle butt, and toddle ben,
hey, Tam Brandy;
Crack a louse on Maggy’s wyme,
