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	The Song Book	*155*
	A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa', A night o' gude fellowship sowthers it a' ; When at the blythe end of our journey at last, Wha the deil ever thinks o' the road he has past ? Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way, Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jad gae : Come ease, or come travail; come pleasure or pain, My warst word is—" Welcome, and welcome again ! " Words by Burns. Tune. Lumps o' Ptcdding. cxx HERE AW A, THERE AW A

	Through the lang muir have I followed my Willie, Through the lang muir I have follow'd him hame. Whale'er betide us, naught shall divide us; Love now rewards all my sorrow and pain. Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Here awa, there awa, here awa, hame ! Come, Love, believe me, nothing can grieve me, Ilka thing pleases while Willie's at hame. Chambers. From Herd's Collection.