I coft a stane o’ haslock woo’,To mak a wab to Johnie o’t;For Johnie is my only jo,I loe him best of onie yet.
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The cardin’ o’t, the spinnin’ o’t,The warpin’ o’t, the winnin’ o’t;When ilka ell cost me a groat,The tailor staw the lynin’ o’t.For tho’ his locks be lyart grey,And tho’ his brow be beld aboon,Yet I hae seen him on a day,The pride of a’ the parishen.
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The cardin’ o’t, the spinnin’ o’t,The warpin’ o’t, the winnin’ o’t;When ilka ell cost me a groat,The tailor staw the lynin’ o’t.