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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.
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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.
