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TAK> YER AULD CLOAK ABOUT YE. |
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In winter, when the rain rained cauld,
And frost and snaw on ilka hill, And Boreas, with his blast sae bauld,
Was threat'nin' a' our kye to kill, Then Bell, my wife, wha lo'es nae strife,
She said to me, right hastily, " Get up, guidman, save Crummie's life,
And tak' vour auld cloak about ye." |
"O Bell, why dost thou flyte and scorne?
Thou kenst my cloak is very thin; It is so bare and overworne,
A cricke he thereon cannot renn. Then I'll no longer borrow or lend —
For once I'll new-apparelled be; To-morrow I'll to town, and spend,
For I'll have a new cloake about me. |
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