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aw;

he wha uld brawlie ward their bel—

willie&039;s awa!

up wiplg stately eed i&039;ve sped,

and eden scenes on crystal jed,

and ettrick banks, now roarg red,

while tepests bw;

but every joy and pleasure&039;s fled,

willie&039;s awa!

ay i be snder&039;s on speech;

a text for fay to preach;

and stly, streekit out to bleach

ter snaw;

when i fet thee, willie creech,

tho&039; far awa!

ay never wicked fortune touzle hi!

ay never wicked n baboozle hi!

until a pow as auld&039;s thale

he canty cw!

then to the blessed new jerale,

fleet g awa!