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Gude pity me, because I'm little! / For though I am an elf o' mettle, / An' can, like ony wabster's shuttle, / Jink there or here, / Yet, scarce as lang's a gude kail-whittle, / I'm unco queer.
An' now Thou kens our waefu' case; / For Geordie's jurr we're in disgrace, / Because we stang'd her through the place, / An' hurt her spleuchan; / For whilk we daurna show our face / Within the clachan.