But my wae wakens na you.

Last night I saw a sorry sight—

Nought left me, o' four-and-twenty gude ousen and ky,

My weel-ridden gelding, and a white quey,

But a toom byre and a wide,

And the twelve nogs[[194]] on ilka side.

Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',

My gear's a' gane.

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Weel may ye ken,