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268 SADDLE TO RAGS.
" I met a fond fool by the way,
I swapped horses, and gave him no boot; to But never mind," says the old man,
" I got a fond fool by the foot."
" But now you're grown cramped and old,
Nor fit for to travel about;" " O never mind," says the old man, 75
" I can give these old bones a root!"
As he was a-riding hame,
And a-down a narrow lane, He spied his mare tied to a tree,
And said, " Tib, thou'lt now gae hame." so
And when that he got hame, And told his old wife what he'd done,
She rose and she donned her clothes, And about the house did run.
She sung, and she danced, and sung, 85
And she sung with a merry devotion,
" If ever our daughter gets wed, It will help to enlarge her portion 1"