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tarbolton lasses, the

if ye gae up to yon hill-tap,

yell there see bonie peggy;

she kens her father is a laird,

and she forsooths a leddy.

there sophy tight, a lassie bright,

bess a handsome fortune:

wha canna win her in a night,

has little art in courtin.

gae down by faile, and taste the ale,

and tak a look o mysie;

shes dour and din, ail within,

but aiblins she may please ye.

if she be shy, her sister try,

yell maybe fancy jenny;

if yell dispense wi want o sense—

she kens hersel shes bonie.

as ye gae up by yon hills,

speir in for bonie bessy;

shell gie ye a beck, and bid ye light,

and handsomely address ye.

theres few sae bonie, nane sae guid,

in a king ge dominion;

if ye should doubt the truth o this—

its bessys ain opinion!

ah, woe is me, my motherar

paraphrase of jeremiah, 15th chap., 10th verse.

ah, woe is me, my motherar!

a man of strife yeve born me:

for sair contention i maun bear;

they hate, revile, and scorn me.

i neer could lend on bill or band,

that five per cent. might blest me;

and borrowing, on the tither hand,

theil a ane wad trust me.

yet i, a coinnied wight,

by fortune quite discad;

ye see how i am, day and night,

by lad and lass blackguad!