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O STEER HER UP.

TUNE-O steer her up, and haud her gaun.

The first four lines of this song are part of an old ditty.

O STEER her up, and haud her gaun, stir-keep going Her mother's at the mill, jo;

And gin she winna take a man,

E'en let her take her will, jo.
First shore her wi' a kindly kiss,
And ca' another gill, jo;

And gin she take the thing amiss,
E'en let her flyte her fill, jo.

O steer her up, and be na blate,
And gin she take it ill, jo,
Then lea'e the lassie till her fate,
And time nae langer spill, jo.
Ne'er break your heart for ae rebute,
But think upon it still, jo;

Then gin the lassie winna do't,

Ye'll fin' anither will, jo.

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Dashful

WEE WILLIE GRAY.

Written by Burns in imitation, and to the tune, of an old nursery-song.

WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet,
Peel a willow-wand, to be him boots and jacket;
The rose upon the brier will be him trouse and
doublet,

The rose upon the brier will be him trouse and doublet.

Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Twice a lilie flower will be him sark and cravat Feathers of a flie wad feather up his bonnet, Feathers of a flie wad feather up his bonnet.

O AYE MY WIFE SHE DANG ME.

TUNE-My Wife she dang me.

O AYE my wife she dang me,
And aft my wife did bang me,
If ye gie a woman a' her will,

Guid faith, she'll soon o'ergang ye.
On peace and rest my mind was bent,

And fool I was I married;

But never honest man's intent
As cursedly miscarried.

Some sa'r o' comfort still at last,
When a' my days are done, man;
My pains o' hell on earth are past,

I'm sure o' bliss aboon, man.
O aye my wife she dang me,
And aft my wife did bang me,
If ye gie a woman a' her will,

Guid faith, she'll soon o'ergang ye.

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O GUID ALE COMES.

O GUID ale comes, and guid ale goes,
Guid ale gars me sell my hose,
Sell my hose and pawn my shoon;
Guid ale keeps my heart aboon.

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SWEETEST May, let love inspire thee,
Take a heart which he desires thee;
As thy constant slave regard it,
For its faith and truth reward it.

Proof o' shot to birth or money,
Not the wealthy but the bonny;
Not high-born, but noble-minded,
In love's silken band can bind it.

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