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'My father he askd me an acre o land,
Between the saut sea and the strand.
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'And ye maun plow 't wi your blawing horn,
And ye maun saw 't wi pepper corn.
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'And ye maun harrow 't wi a single tyne,
And ye maun shear 't wi a sheep's shank bane.
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'And ye maun big it in the sea,
And bring the stathle dry to me.
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'And ye maun barn 't in yon mouse hole,
And ye maun thrash 't in your shee sole.
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'And ye maun sack it in your gluve,
And ye maun winno 't in your leuve.
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'And ye maun dry 't without candle or coal,
And grind it without quirn or mill.
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'Ye'll big a cart o stane and lime,
Gar Robin Redbreast trail it syne.
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'When ye've dune, and finishd your wark,
Ye'll come to me, luve, and get your sark.'