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“It does mair skaith than a' the ills
“That happen in Stra'bogie.
Yet here's to ilka honest soul
Wha'll drink wi me a cogie;
And for ilk silly whiogin fool,
We'll duck him in a bogie.
For I maun hae my cogie, Sirs,
I canna want my cogie:
I wadna gie my three-gird cog
For a' the queaus in Bogie.
THE BROOM OF COWDENKNOWES
How blythe was I ilk morn to see
my swain come o'er the hill;
He leap'd the brook and flew to me,
I met him we good will.
O the broom the bonny, bonny broom,
the broom of Cowdenknowes
I wish I was with my dear swain,
Wi' his pipe and my ewes.
I neither wanted ewe nor lamb,
while his flock round me lay:
He gather'd in my sheep at night,
and cheer'd me all the day,
O the broom &c.
