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the ddie&039;s dear sel&039;

there&039;s a youth this city, it were a great pity

that he fro our ssies should wander awa&039;;

for he&039;s bonie and braw, weel-favor&039;d witha&039;,

an&039; his hair has a natural buckle an&039; a&039;

his at is the hue o&039; his bon sae be,

his fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;

his hose they are be, and his shoon like the se,

and his clear siller buckles, they dazzle a&039;

for beauty and fortune the ddie&039;s been urt;

weel-featur&039;d, weel-tocher&039;d, weel-ounted an&039; braw;

but chiefly the siller that gars hi gang till her,

the penny&039;s the jewel that beautifies a&039;

there&039;s g wi&039; the ailen that fa wad a haen hi,

and sie, wha&039;s daddie was ird o&039; the ha&039;;

there&039;s ng-tocher&039;d nancy aist fetters his fancy,

—but the ddie&039;s dear sel&039;, he loes dearest of a&039;