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Then he took out a little wee coffer,
And he set it on his knee,
And he told the goud down on the table roun,
Says, Tak up your third pennie.
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‘Come ben, come ben, my good nourice,
I’ll pay you when you come ben;
For the seas are not dry, and I’ll pay you back again,
For I’m again the laird o Linne.’