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But Duncan he keept gallopin,’ gallopin,’
Arms an’ legs a wallopin’, wallopin’,
"Oh! dirty brute," quo’ Duncan M'Callachan
Laird o’ Tullyben, jo.
Now Duncan’s mare she flew like drift,
An’ fast and sure, her feet did lift,
At ilka loup, she gae a rift,
Frae out her hinder end jo,
But Duncan he keept gallopin’ gallopin’,
Anns and legs a’ wallopin’, wallopin’,
"Take ye that," quo’ Duncan M'Callachan,
Laird o’ Tullyben, jo.
MUSHA GRAH, WHAT WILL BECOME OF ME!
TWAS yerterday noon at dark,
I went to see Katty Maloy,
Whose beauty had just like a spark
Set fire to my heart, my dear joy.
And it’s musha grab, what will become of me!
Arrah, now what shall I do!
Sure Katty is making big fun of me,
Which makes me look wondrous blue.
