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with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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Theft she pat siller in my purse,<br />

We drank wine in a coggie<br />

She feed a man to rub my horse,<br />

And wow ! but I was vogie.<br />

But I gat ne'er sa sair a fleg,<br />

Since I came frae my daddy,<br />

The laird came, rap rap, to the yett,<br />

AVhen I was wi' his lady.<br />

Then she pat me below a chair.<br />

And happ'd me wi' a plaidie<br />

But I was like to swarf wi' fear.<br />

And wish'd me wi' my daddy.<br />

The laird went out, he saw na me,<br />

I went when I was ready<br />

I promis'd, but I ne'er gade back<br />

To kiss his bonny lady.<br />

A rose-bud <strong>by</strong> my early walk.<br />

This song I composed on Miss Jenny Cruikshankf<br />

only child to my worthy friend Mr. Wm.<br />

Cruikshank, of the High- School, Edinburgh. The<br />

air is <strong>by</strong> a David Sillar, quondam Merchant, <strong>and</strong>

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