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The Laddies Dear Sel

  the laddie's dear sel'

  there's a youth in this city, it were a great pity

  that he from our lassies should wander awa';

  for he's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha',

  an' his hair has a natural buckle an' a'.

  his coat is the hue o' his bonnet sae blue,

  his fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;

  his hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,

  and his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a'.

  for beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin;

  weel-featur'd, weel-tocher'd, weel-mounted an' braw;

  but chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her,

  the penny's the jewel that beautifies a'.

  there's meg wi' the mailen that fain wad a haen him,

  and susie, wha's daddie was laird o' the ha';

  there's lang-tocher'd nancy maist fetters his fancy,

  —but the laddie's dear sel', he loes dearest of a'.

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