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At ilka country dance or reel
Wi' her he would be bobbing;
When she sat down he sat down,
And to her he would be gabbing;
Where'er she gade, baith but and bon,
The coof would never leave her,
Ay keckling like a clocking hen,
But Jena dang the weaver.
Jenny dang, &c
Quo' he, "My lass, to speak my mind,
"In troth I needna awither
"You've bonny een, and if you're kind,
"I'll never seek anither?"
He humm’d and haw'd; the lass cried ough!
And bade the coof no deave her:
Syne snapt her fingers, lap and laugh,
And dang the silly weaver.
And Jenny dang, Jenny dang,
Jenny dang the weaver,
Syne snapt her finders, lap and laugh,
And dang the silly weaver.
O’ER THE MUIR AMANG THE HEATHER
Comin’ through the craigs o'Kyle
Amang the bonny blooming heather,
There I met a bonny lassie
Keeping a’her flocks the gither.
O’er the muir amang the heather,
O’er the muir amang the heather,
