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| GUDE pity me, because I’m little! | |
| For though I am an elf o’ mettle, | |
| An’ can, like ony wabster’s shuttle, | |
| Jink there or here, | |
| Yet, scarce as lang’s a gude kail-whittle, | 5 |
| I’m unco queer. | |
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| An’ now Thou kens our waefu’ case; | |
| For Geordie’s jurr we’re in disgrace, | |
| Because we stang’d her through the place, | |
| An’ hurt her spleuchan; | 10 |
| For whilk we daurna show our face | |
| Within the clachan. | |
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| An’ now we’re dern’d in dens and hollows, | |
| And hunted, as was William Wallace, | |
| Wi’ constables-thae blackguard fallows, | 15 |
| An’ sodgers baith; | |
| But Gude preserve us frae the gallows, | |
| That shamefu’ death! | |
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| Auld grim black-bearded Geordie’s sel’— | |
| O shake him owre the mouth o’ hell! | 20 |
| There let him hing, an’ roar, an’ yell | |
| Wi’ hideous din, | |
| And if he offers to rebel, | |
| Then heave him in. | |
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| When Death comes in wi’ glimmerin blink, | 25 |
| An’ tips auld drucken Nanse the wink, | |
| May Sautan gie her doup a clink | |
| Within his yett, | |
| An’ fill her up wi’ brimstone drink, | |
| Red-reekin het. | 30 |
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| Though Jock an’ hav’rel Jean are merry— | |
| Some devil seize them in a hurry, | |
| An’ waft them in th’ infernal wherry | |
| Straught through the lake, | |
| An’ gie their hides a noble curry | 35 |
| Wi’ oil of aik! | |
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| As for the jurr-puir worthless body! | |
| She’s got mischief enough already; | |
| Wi’ stanged hips, and buttocks bluidy | |
| She’s suffer’d sair; | 40 |
| But, may she wintle in a woody, | |
| If she wh-e mair! | |
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