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Her mither's ay flytin' and roarin',
I rede you tak‘ tent o‘ that chiel;
He'll no be that canny to live wi‘,
he'll ne'er be like douse, Geordy Steel,
He's courted wi' o'er mony lasses,
to slight them he thinks it gude fun;
He'll mak' but a sober ha'f-marrow,
ye'll best rue before ye be bound.
Tho' Geordy ba laird of a house,
and brags o' his kye and his pelf,
Tho' warld's gear I be right seant o',
a fig for t, as lang's I've my health:
If unee I were kippel'd wi' Annie,
she'll seldom ha'e cause to complain;
We'll jog on through life ay right eanny,
when I get a wife o' my ain.
But if that my Annie prove faithless,
And marry before I return;
I'll no, like a cuiff, greet about her,
nor yet for ae minute will mourn;
Awa' straight to some ither beauty,
without loss o' time I will hie;
And show to the lasses I'm careless,
unless they're as willin' as I.
Charlie is my Darling.
Oh, Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling
Oh, Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.
‘Twas on a Monday morning,
Right early in the year,
When Charlie eame to our town,
The young Chevalier.
Oh, Charlie is my darling, &c,
