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184 Ballads and Songs of Michigan
6 At this, auld Robin clawed his pow, "Ye think ye're unca merry-o, But I'll just hae ye at your word, An' end the hurry-burry-o." So Robin an' the auld guidwife Agreed to gang thegither-o, An' I hae ta'en Robin Tamson's pet. But he has ta'en me mither-o. |
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