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There was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen,
Scroggam! She brew'd gude ale for gentlemen : Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me— Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum !
The gudewife's dochter fell in a fever,
Scroggam! The priest o' the parish fell in anither: Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me— Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum !
They laid the twa i' the bed thegither,
Scroggam! That the heat o' the tane might cool the tither: Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me— Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum! |
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No. 212. John Anderson my jo, John.
Tune: John Anderson my jo, John Scots Musical Museum, 1790, No. 260. |
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John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw, But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo I |
John Anderson my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a cantie day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson my jo! |
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