wither'd beldams, auld and droll,
rigwoodie hags ean a foal,
louping an' flinging on a crummock.
i wonder did na turn thy stomach.
but tam kent what was what fu' brawlie:
there was ae winsome wend waulie
that night enlisted in the core,
ng after ken'd on carrick shore;
(for mony a beast to dead she shot,
and perish'd mony a bonie boat,
and shook baith meikle and bear,
ahe try-side in fear);
her cutty sark, o' paisley harn,
that while a ssie she had worn,
in longitude tho' sorely sty,
it was her best, and she was v
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