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[Footnote 1: Miss Lorimer.]
Fragment.--Leezie Lindsay
Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay,
Will ye go to the Hielands wi' me?
Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay,
My pride and my darling to be.
Fragment.--The Wren's Nest
The Robin to the Wren's nest
Cam keekin' in, cam keekin' in;
O weel's me on your auld pow,
Wad ye be in, wad ye be in?
Thou's ne'er get leave to lie without,
And I within, and I within,
Sae lang's I hae an auld clout
To rowe ye in, to rowe ye in.
News, Lassies, News
There's news, lassies, news,
Gude news I've to tell!
There's a boatfu' o' lads
Come to our town to sell.
Chorus--The wean wants a cradle,
And the cradle wants a cod:
I'll no gang to my bed,
Until I get a nod.
Father, quo' she, Mither, quo she,
Do what you can,
I'll no gang to my bed,
Until I get a man.
The wean, &c.
I hae as gude a craft rig
As made o'yird and stane;
And waly fa' the ley-crap,
For I maun till'd again.
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