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3

Johne Tamson peeped and poorly spake

Untill he did his ain men see;

‘O by my sooth,’ quo Johne Tamson,

‘Methinks I see a coming tree.’

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4

And they hae hanged that grim Soudan,

For a’ his mirth and meikle pride,