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  tarbolton lasses, the
  if ye gae up to yon hill-tap,
  ye'll there see bonie peggy;
  she kens her father is a laird,
  and she forsooth's a leddy.
  there sophy tight, a lassie bright,
  besides a handsome fortune:
  wha canna win her in a night,
  has little art in courtin'.
  gae down by faile, and taste the ale,
  and tak a look o' mysie;
  she's dour and din, a deil within,
  but aiblins she may please ye.
  if she be shy, her sister try,
  ye'll maybe fancy jenny;
  if ye'll dispense wi' want o' sense—
  she kens hersel she's bonie.
  as ye gae up by yon hillside,
  speir in for bonie bessy;
  she'll gie ye a beck, and bid ye light,
  and handsomely address ye.
  there's few sae bonie, nane sae guid,
  in a' king george' dominion;
  if ye should doubt the truth o' this—
  it's bessy's ain opinion!
  ah, woe is me, my mother dear
  paraphrase of jeremiah, 15th chap., 10th verse.
  ah, woe is me, my mother dear!
  a man of strife ye've born me:
  for sair contention i maun bear;
  they hate, revile, and scorn me.
  i ne'er could lend on bill or band,
  that five per cent. might blest me;
  and borrowing, on the tither hand,
  the deil a ane wad trust me.
  yet i, a coin-denied wight,
  by fortune quite discarded;
  ye see how i am, day and night,
  by lad and lass blackguarded!