The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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With an auld broken pan of brass, *****
An auld band, and a hoodling-how ;
I hope, my bah-ns, ye're a' weel now.
Aft have I borne ye on my back,
With a' this rifF-rafF in my pack ;
And it was a' for want o' gear,
That gart me steal Mess John's grey mare :
But now, my bairns, what ails ye now,
For ye hae naigs enough to plow,
And hose and shoon fit for your feet
Cheer up, my bairns, and dinna greet.
Then with mysell I did advise,
My daddy's gear for to comprise ;
Some neighbours I ca'd in to see
What gear my daddy left to me.
They sat three quarters of a year,
Comprising of my daddy's gear ;
And when they had gien a their votes,
'Twas scarcely a' worth four pounds Scots *
MY AIN COUNTRIE.
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.
The sun rises bright in France,
And fair sets he ;
But he has tint the blythe blink he had
In my ain countrie.
* From Herd's Collection, 1776.
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