the ddie's dear sel'
there's a youth in this city, it were a great pity
that he from our ssies should wander awa';
for he's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha',
an' his hair has a natural buckle an' a'.
his coat is the hue o' his bo sae blue,
his fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;
his hose they are be, and his shoon like the se,
and his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a'.
for beauty and fortuhe ddie's been courtin;
weel-featur'd, weel-tocher'd, weel-mounted an' braw;
but chiefly the s
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