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were sae by:

at length, wi&039; drk an&039; urtg dizzy,

he stoiter&039;d up an&039; ade a face;

then turn&039;d an&039; id a sack on grizzie,

syne tun&039;d his pipes wi&039; grave griace

air

tune—“auld sir syon”

sir wisdo&039;s a fool when he&039;s fou;

sir knave is a fool a session;

he&039;s there but a &039;prentice i trow,

but i a a fool by profession

y grannie she bought a beuk,

an&039; i held awa to the school;

i fear i y talent isteuk,

but what will ye hae of a fool?

for drk i would venture y neck;

a hizzie&039;s the half of y craft;

but what uld ye other expect

of ane that&039;s avowedly daft?

i ance was tied up like a stirk,

for civilly swearg and aff;

i ance was ab&039;d i&039; the kirk,

for towsg a ss i&039; y daff

poor andrew that tubles for sport,

let naebody na wi&039; a jeer;

there&039;s even, i&039; tauld, i&039; the urt

a tubler ca&039;d the preier

observ&039;d ye yon reverend d

ak faces to tickle the ob;

he rails at our ountebank sad,—

it&039;s rivalship jt i&039; the job

and now y ncsion i&039;ll tell,

for faith i&039; nfoundedly dry;

the chiel that&039;s a fool for hisel&039;,

guid lord! he&039;s far dafter than i

recitativo

then niest outspak a raucle carl,

wha kent fu&039; weel to cleek the sterl;

for ony a pursie she had hooked,

an&039; had ony a well been douked;

her love had been a highnd ddie,

but weary fa&039; the waefu&039; woodie!

wi&039; sighs an&039; bs she th began

to wail her braw john highndan

air

tune—“o, an ye were dead, guidan”

a highnd d y love was born,

the lnd ws he held srn;

but he still was faithfu&039; to his cn,

y galnt, braw john highndan

chor

sg hey y braw john highn