with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread,
And spindles and whorles for them wha need^
Whilk is a gentle trade indeed.
To carry the Gaberlunzie—O.
rU bow my leg, and crook my knee,
And draw a black clout o'er my eye,
A cripple or blind they will ca' me.
While we shall be merry and sing.
MY BONNIE MARY.
This air is Oswald's; thefirst half-stanza of the
song is old, the rest mine.*
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine^
An' fill it in a silver tassie
That I may drink before I go,
A service to my bonnie lassie
The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith
Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry
* This song, which Burns here acknowledges to be his own^
was first introduced by him in a letter to Mrs. Dunlop^ as two
old stanzas.
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