kellyburn braes
there lived a carl kellyburn braes,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;
and he had a wife was the pgue of his days,
and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri
ae day as the carl gaed up the ng glen,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;
he t with the devil, says, “how do you fen?”
and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri
i&039;ve got a bad wife, sir, that&039;s a&039; y pt,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;
“for, sav your presence, to her ye&039;re a sat,”
and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri
it&039;s neither your stot nor your staig i shall crave,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;
“but gie your wife, an, for her i t have,”
and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri
“o wele ost kdly!” the blythe carl said,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;
“but if ye can atch her ye&039;re waur than ye&039;re ca&039;d,”
and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri
the devil has got the auld wife on his back,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;
and, like a poor pedr, he&039;s carried his pack,
and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri
he&039;s carried her ha to his a haln door,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;
syne bade her gae , for a bitch, and a whore,
and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri
then straight he akes fifty, the pick o&039; his band,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy:
turn out on her guard the cp o&039; a hand,
and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri
the carl gaed thro&039; the like ony wud bear,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;
whae&039;er she gat hands on ca near her nae air,
and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri
a reekit wee deevil looks over the wa&039;,
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