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THERE CAM' A CADGER.
Tune—"Clout the Cauldron."
An old fragment.
There cam' a cadger out o' Fife,
I wat na how they ca'd him;
He play'd a trick to our gudewife,
When fient a body bad him.
Fal lal. &c.
He took a lang thing stout and strang,
An' strack it at her gyvel;
An' aye she swore she fand the thing
Gae borin' by her nyvel.
Fal lal, &c.
KEN YE NA OUR LASS BESS.
Tune—"Auld Sir Symon."
An old song.
O, ken ye na our lass, Bess?
An' ken ye na our lass, Bess?
Between her lily white thies
She's biggit a magpie's nest.
An' ken ye na our lad, Tam?
An' ken ye na our lad, Tam?
He's on a three-fitted stool,
An' up to the nest he clamb.
An' what did he there, think ye?
An' what did he there, think ye?
He brak a' the eggs o' the nest,
An' the white's ran down her thie.
