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An old song. Burns transferred the first two lines of the 4th stanza to another composition.

Jenny sits up in the laft,
Jockey would fain be at her,
But there cam' a wind out o' the west,
Made a' the winnocks to clatter.

O gi'e my love brose, brose,
O gi'e my love brose and butter,
For nane in Carrick but him
Can please a lassie better.

The lavrock lo'es the grass,
The paitrick lo'es the stibble;
And hey for the gardener lad,
To gully away wi' his dibble.

O gi'e my love, &c.

My daddie sent me to the hill,
To pu' my minnie some heather,
And drive it in your fill,
Ye're welcome to the leather.

O gi'e my love, &c.

The mouse is a merry wee beast,
The moudiewart wants the een;
And O for a touch of the thing,
I had in my nieve yestreen.

O gi'e my love, &c.

We a' were fou yestreen,
The night shall be its brither,
And hey for a merry pin,
To nail twa wames thegither.

O gi'e my love, &c.