The modiewark has done me ill, And below my apron has biggit a hill; I maun consult some learned clark About this wanton Modiewark. An' o the wanton modiewark, The weary wanton modiewark; I maun ...
As I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'-flower scents the dewy air, Where the houlet mourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care: A Lassie all alone was making her moan, ...
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