Song, pp.147-148.

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We’ll a’ to Kelso go

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AN I’ll awa to bony Tweed side, 

And see my deary come throw, 

And he sall be mine 

Gif sae he incline, 

For I hate to lead apes below. 

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While young and fair, 

I’ll make it my care, 

To secure my sell in a jo; 

I’m no sic a fool 

To let my blood cool, 

And syne gae lead apes below. 

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Few words, bony lad, 

Will eithly perswade, 

Tho’ blushing, I daftly say no, 

Gae on with your strain, 

And doubt not to gain, 

For I hate to lead apes below. 

– 

Unty’d to a man, 

Do what e’er we can, 

We never can thrive or dow: 

Then I will do well, 

Do better wha will, 

And let them lead apes below. 

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Our time is precious, 

And Gods are gracious 

That beauties upon us bestow; 

‘Tis not to be thought, 

We got them for nought, 

Or to be set up for show. 

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‘Tis carried by votes, 

Come kilt up ye’r coats, 

And let us to Edinburgh go, 

Where she that’s bony 

May catch a Johny

And never lead apes below. 

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