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Cock o' the Midden Oh,I thocht when I wore the kilt I could dance from Tay to Forth, Tranchlin' up an' doon the street, Whistlin' the Cock o' the North. But a' the youngsters shouted, "A wa!, man, wha' are you kiddin'? Instead o' being the Cock o' the North, You're only the Cock o' the midden." From Personal Choice, MacColl apr00