| As l cam' in bY Monymustk
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| And doon by Alford’s dale
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| A sad misfortune happened to me
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| And l think nae shame to tell
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| Cho: Fal to too a riddle doo
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| Fal to toodle I doe
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| As l gaed in by Monymustk
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| The moon was shining clear;
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| And I held on to Lethendy
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| To see my Maggie dear
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| I did gang when I did think
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| That a' were sleepin' soun'
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| But plague upon yon auld wife
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| For she cam' slinkin' doon
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| Sae cannily she slipped the lock
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| And set the door agee;
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| Then crawled upon her hands and knees
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| To see what it could be
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| Then to the bells, wi' a' her micht
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| Sae loud she made thern ring
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| Till faith! | 
| l thoeht aboot my lugs
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| The biggin she would bring
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| And when she saw l wouldna slip
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| She ran to the guidman
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| Says: «There's a lad into the hoose
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| And that l winna stand
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| «For it is a most disgraceful thing
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| It would provoke a saunt
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| To see a' the servant girls wi' lads
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| When the gentle anes maun want.»
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| «Providence has acted wrang
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| Sic pleasures for to gie
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| Tae ony servant lad or lass
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| Just working for a fee.»
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| The auld man he cam' ben himsel'
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| And he pushed ben his heid;
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| Guidfaith! | 
| I thocht it was a ghost
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| Just risen frae the deid
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| He’d duddy draws upon his legs
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| He’d on a cap o' white
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| And he’d a face as lang’s my leg
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| And in his hand a light
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| He’s ta’en me by the shoulders broad
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| An' pushed me oot o' doors
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| Thinks I, my auld lad, I’ll come back
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| When sleepin' gars ye snore |