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kellyburn braes

there lived a carl kellyburn braes,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

and he had a wife was the pgue of his days,

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

ae day as the carl gaed up the ng glen,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

he t with the devil, says, “how do you fen?”

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

i&039;ve got a bad wife, sir, that&039;s a&039; y pt,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

“for, sav your presence, to her ye&039;re a sat,”

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

it&039;s neither your stot nor your staig i shall crave,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

“but gie your wife, an, for her i t have,”

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

“o wele ost kdly!” the blythe carl said,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

“but if ye can atch her ye&039;re waur than ye&039;re ca&039;d,”

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

the devil has got the auld wife on his back,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

and, like a poor pedr, he&039;s carried his pack,

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

he&039;s carried her ha to his a haln door,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

syne bade her gae , for a bitch, and a whore,

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

then straight he akes fifty, the pick o&039; his band,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy:

turn out on her guard the cp o&039; a hand,

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

the carl gaed thro&039; the like ony wud bear,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

whae&039;er she gat hands on ca near her nae air,

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

a reekit wee deevil looks over the wa&039;,

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