with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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He had a wee titty that loo'd na me, \
Because I was twice as bonny as she 5
She rais'd such a pother 'twixt him and his mother,
That were na my heart hght, I wad die. j
She rais'd, Sfc.
The day it was set, and the bridal to be,
The wife took a dwara, and lay down to die
She main'd and she grain'd out of dolour and pain,
Till he vow'd he never wad see me again. ^
She main'd, S^c. i
Hjs kin was for ane of a higher degree.
Said, What had he to do with the like of me ?
Albeit I was bonny, I was na for Johny
And were na my heart light, I wad die.
Albeit I wad, S^c.
They said, I had neither cow nor caff,
Nor dribbles of drink rins throw the draff.
Nor pickles of meal rins throw the mill-ee
And were na my heart light, I wad die.
Nor pickles of] S^c.
His titty she was baith wylie and slee.
She spy'd me as 1 came o'er the lee
And then she ran in and made a loud din.
Believe your ain een, an ye trow na me,
And then she, ^c.
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