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The First Bawbee.
Oh nane, I trow, in a' the earth Was happier than me,When in my wee breek pouch I got My first bawbee.
I turned it roun' and roun' wi' pride, Syne toddled aff wi' glee,To ware on something that was good My first bawbee.
I met auld grannie at the door; "Noo, Bab," says she, "tak' careNae feckless whigmaleeries buy Whan you gang to the fair.
"A gaucy row, a soncy scone, Is best for ane that's wee,For muckle lies in hoo you ware Your first bawbee."
My grannie's words were soon forgot When to the Fair I gaed,An' saw sae mony fairhes there On ilka staun' arrayed.
I glowered at this and glanced at that Wi' roving, greedy e'e,Syne felt dumfounert hoo to ware My first bawbee.
Here apples lay in mony a creel, A' temp'in' to the view,An' pears and plooms, whase very looks Brocht water to my mou'.
An' there were toshed wee picture-books, A' spread oot nice to see;They seemed to say, "Come here and ware Your first bawbee."
I kenned the ane wid 'gust the gab, The ither tell me howCock Robin fell that waefu' day The sparrow drew his bow.
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