‘Gin that ye war my ain,
We ragged coat upon yer back,
An singel-soled sheen,
A littel we bonnet on yer head,
An tua merry wenking eyn.
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‘Hou wad ye leak me, Dugall,’ she says,
‘Gin I wer yer ain,
We silken sneed upon my head,
An gold fann in my hand,