| Come under my plaidie the nicht’s gaunna fa'
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| Come in frae the cauld blast the drift and the snaw
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| Come under my plaidie and sit doon beside me
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| There’s room in it lassie, believe me, for twa
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| Come under my plaidie and sit doon beside me
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| I’ll hap ye frae every cauld wind that can blaw
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| Come under my plaidie and sit doon beside me
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| There’s room in it lassie, believe me, for twa
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| Gae wa' wi' your plaidie auld Donald, gae 'wa'
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| I fear nae the cauld blast, the drift or the snaw
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| Gae 'wa' wi' your plaidie, I’ll no' sit beside ye
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| Ye micht be my gutcher auld Donald, gae 'wa'
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| I’m gaun tae meet Johnnie, he’s young and he’s bonnie
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| He’s been at Meg’s bridle fu' trig and fu' braw
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| Nane dances sae lightly, sae gracefu', sae tightly
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| His cheeks like the new rose, his brow’s like the snaw
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| Dear Marion, let that flee stick tae the wa'
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| Your Jock’s but a gowk and has naethin' ava'
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| The hale o' his pack he has noo on his back
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| He’s thirty and I am but three score and twa
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| Be frank noo an' kin’ly I’ll busk ye aye finely
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| Tae kirk or tae merket they’ll few gang sae braw
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| A bien hoose tae bide in, a chaise for tae ride in
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| And flunkies tae tend ye as aft as ye ca'
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| My faither aye tellt me, my mither an' a'
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| Ye’d mak' a guid husband and keep me aye braw
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| It’s true I lo’e Johnnie, he’s young and he’s bonnie
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| But wae’s me I ken he has naethin' ava'
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| I hae little tocher ye’ve made a guid offer
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| I’m noo mair than twenty, my time is but sma'
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| Sae gie me yer plaidie, I’ll creep in beside ye
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| I thocht ye’d been aulder than three score and' twa
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| Come under my plaidie the nicht’s gaunna fa'
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| Come in frae the cauld blast the drift and the snaw
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| Come under my plaidie and sit doon beside me
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| There’s room in it lassie, believe me, for twa |