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Brydon's brave ward,^12 I saw him stand,
Fame humbly offering her hand,
And near, his kinsman's rustic band,^13
With one accord,
Lamenting their late blessed land
Must change its lord.
The owner of a pleasant spot,
Near and sandy wilds, I last did note;^14
A heart too warm, a pulse too hot
At times, o'erran:
But large in ev'ry feature wrote,
Appear'd the Man.


The Rantin' Dog, The Daddie O't
Tune--"Whare'll our guidman lie."

O wha my babie-clouts will buy?
O wha will tent me when I cry?
Wha will kiss me where I lie?
The rantin' dog, the daddie o't.
[Footnote 9: Mr. Farquhar Gray.--R.B.]
[Footnote 10: Auchinskieth.--R.B.]
[Footnote 11: Caprington.--R.B.]
[Footnote 12: Colonel Fullerton.--R.B.]
[Footnote 13: Dr. Fullerton.--R.B.]
[Footnote 14: Orangefield.--R.B.]
O wha will own he did the faut?
O wha will buy the groanin maut?
O wha will tell me how to ca't?
The rantin' dog, the daddie o't.


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