A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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" The smith thhiks they ha'e play'd a trick.
Sin we o' time did miss the nick,
' But now let us our winning lick/
(He cry'd in pet).
And said, ' Fouk sud the iron strike
Ay whan it's het/
" I wish our fouk soon hame again.
And nae to dander 'yont the main ;
Because I dread the King o' Spain,
And wily France,
Will seek the thing that's nae their ain.
And lead's a dance.
" I wat o' cunning they're nae lame.
And they wad ihink it a braw scheme.
Whan our men's far awa' frae hame.
Mischief to ettle ;
At other times we'd make them tame.
And cool their mettle.
" But I'll ha'e done wi' foreign lands,
And mind the thing that's nearer hand's
On Friday next a bridal stands
At the Kirk-town,
The bridegroom ga'e me great commands
To bring ye down."
Quo' Meg and Kate, " We'll keep the town,
VVe're laying up to buy a gown."
'^ Howt fy ! (quo' Jock, that blythsome lown)
O binna tbrawin.
For Rob and I sail dossy down *
Yoiu* dinner-lawin.
* Throw or pay down.
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