‘Ye busk ye, busk ye, my marrës a’,

Ye busk ye unco fine,

Till I gaa doun to yon shore-side

To invite yon squar to dine.

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‘O ye come up, ye gay young squar,

An take we me a dine;

Ye sall eatt of the gued white lofe,

An drink the claret wine.’

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