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THE SONGS OF BURNS.

THE PLOUGHMAN.

TUNE—UP WI' THE PLOUGHMAN.'

The ploughman he's a bonie lad,His mind is ever true, jo,His garters knit below his knee,His bonnet it is blue, jo.
CHORUS.Then up wi't a', my ploughman lad,And hey, my merry ploughman;Of a' the trades that I do ken,Commend me to the ploughman.
My ploughman he comes hame at e'en,He's aften wat and weary;Cast off the wat, put on the dry,And gae to bed, my Dearie!Up wi't a', &c.
I will wash my ploughman's hose,And I will dress his o'erlay;I will mak my ploughman's bed,And cheer him late and early.Up wi't a', &c.
I hae been east, I hae been west,I hae been at Saint Johnston,The boniest sight that e'er I sawWas the ploughman laddie dancin'.Up wi't a', &c.
Snaw-white stockins on his legs,And siller buckles glancin';A gude blue bannet on his head,And O, but he was handsome!Up wi't a', &c.
Commend me to the barn yard,And the corn-mou, man;I never gat my coggie fouTill I met wi' the ploughman.Up wi't a', &c.

THE COOPER O' CUDDIE.

TUNE—'BAB AT THE BOWSTER.'

The Cooper o' Cuddie cam here awa,And ca'd the girrs out owre us a'—And our gude-wife has gotten a ca'That anger'd the silly gude-man, O.We'll hide the cooper behind the door,Behind the door, behind the door;We'll hide the cooper behind the door,And cover him under a mawn, O.
He sought them out, he sought them in,Wi', Deil hae her! and, Deil hae him!But the body was sae doited and blin',He wist na where he was gaun, O.
They cooper'd at e'en, they cooper'd at morn,Till our gude-man has gotten the scorn;On ilka brow she's planted a horn,And swears that they shall stan', O.We'll hide the cooper behind the door,Behind the door, behind the door;We'll hide the cooper behind the door,And cover him under a mawn, O.

WHARE HAE YE BEEN.

TUNE—'KILLIECRANKIE.'

Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O?O, whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O;An' ye had been whare I hae been,Ye wad na been so cantie, O;An' ye had seen what I hae seen,On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O.
I fought at land, I fought at sea;At hame I fought my auntie, O;But I met the Devil an' Dundee,On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O.The bauld Pitcur fell in a furr,An' Clavers got a clankie, O;Or I had fed an Athole gled,On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O.
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