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he swept the stakes awa&039;, an,

till the diaond&039;s ace, of dian race,

led hi a sair faux pas, an:

the saxon ds, wi&039; loud pcads,

on chatha&039;s boy did ca&039;, an;

an&039; stnd drew her pipe an&039; blew,

“up, willie, waur the a&039;, an!”

behd the throne then granville&039;s gone,

a secret word or a, an;

while slee dundas aro&039;d the css

be-north the roan wa&039;, an:

an&039; chatha&039;s wraith, heav&039;nly graith,

(spired bardies saw, an),

wi&039; kdlg eyes, cry&039;d, “willie, rise!

would i hae fear&039;d the a&039;, an?”

but, word an&039; blow, north, fox, and

gowff&039;d willie like a ba&039;, an;

till suthron raise, an&039; ost their cise

behd hi a raw, an:

an&039; caledon threw by the drone,

an&039; did her whittle draw, an;

an&039; swoor fu&039; rude, thro&039; dirt an&039; bid,

to ak it guid w, an