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but owre my left shouther i gae him a blink,
lest neibours might say i was saucy;
my wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
and vow'd i was his dear ssie, dear ssie,
and vow'd i was his dear ssie.
i spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
gin she had recover'd her hearin',
and how her new shoon fit her auld schachl't feet,
but heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
but heavens! how he fell a swearin.
he begged, fudesake, i wad be his wife,
or else i wad kill him wi' sorrow;
so e'en to preserve the
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