aw;
he wha uld brawlie ward their bel—
willie&039;s awa!
up wiplg stately eed i&039;ve sped,
and eden scenes on crystal jed,
and ettrick banks, now roarg red,
while tepests bw;
but every joy and pleasure&039;s fled,
willie&039;s awa!
ay i be snder&039;s on speech;
a text for fay to preach;
and stly, streekit out to bleach
ter snaw;
when i fet thee, willie creech,
tho&039; far awa!
ay never wicked fortune touzle hi!
ay never wicked n baboozle hi!
until a pow as auld&039;s thale
he canty cw!
then to the blessed new jerale,
fleet g awa!
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