I'll either hae twenty punds for the gude horse,

Or he's gae to Mortan fair wi' me."

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He's gien him twenty punds for the gude horse,

Baith in goud and gude monie;

He's gien him ane o' his best milk ky,

To maintain his wife and children thrie.

Then Dickie lap a loup fu' hie,

And I wat a loud laugh laughed he—

"I wish the neck o' the third horse were broken,