with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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When we had three times toom'd our stoup,
And the niest chappin new begun,
Wha started in to heeze our hope,
But Andro wi' his cutty gun.
The carHng brought her kebbuck ben.
With girdle-cakes weel-toasted brown,
Well does the canny kimmer ken.
They gar the swats gae glibber down.
We ca'd the bicker aft about;
Till dawning we ne'er jee'd our bun,
And ay the cleanest drinker out
Was Andro wi' his cutty gun.
He did like ony mavis sing,
And as I in his oxter sat.
He ca'd me ay his bonny thing,
And mony a sappy kiss 1 gat:
I hae been east, I hae been west,
I hae been far ayont the sun
But the blythest lad that e'er I saw
Was Andro wi' his cutty gun !*
* In a country ale-house of the time of this song, were seen
mud walls lackered with lime; a chimney-piece hung with
quaiglis and chappin stoups. In the corner a huge barrel of home^
brewed ale, and a corner-cupboard, where the " cunning Car-
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line"