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O an ye were dead Gudeman –

Chorus

O an ye were dead gudeman,

A green turf on your head, gudeman,

I wad bestow my widowhood

Upon a rantin Highlandman. –



There's sax eggs in the pan, gudeman,

There's sax eggs in the pan, gudeman;

There's ane to you, and twa to me,

And three to our John Highlandman. –

O an ye &c.



A sheep-head's in the pot, gudeman,

A sheep-head's in the pot, gudeman;

The flesh to him the broo to me,

An the horns become your brow, gudeman. –



Chorus to the last verse –

Sing round about the fire wi' a rung she ran,

An rownd about the fire wi' a rung she ran:

Your horns shall tie you to the staw,

And I shall bang your hide, gudeman. –

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