Let me tyke up to dight that tear, reach, wipe
And go wi' me an' be my dear,
And then your every care an' fear
May whistle owre the lave o't. rest
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I am a fiddler to my trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I play'd,
The sweetest still to wife or maid,
Was Whistle Owre the Lave o't.