That never a bitt of it he dought to eat;
But Dickie was warr of ane auld peat-house,
Where there al the night he thought for to sleep.
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Then Dickie was warr of that auld peat-house,
Where there al the night he thought for to ly;
And a’the prayers the poor fool prayd was,
‘I wish I had a mense for my own three kye!’
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Then it was the use of Puddinburn,