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There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity / That he from our lassies should wander awa'; / For he's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha', / An' his hair has a natural buckle an' a'.
His coat is the hue o' his bonnet sae blue, / His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw; / His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae, / And his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a'.
For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin; / Weel-featur'd, weel-tocher'd, weel-mounted an' braw; / But chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her, / The penny's the jewel that beautifies a'.
There's Meg wi' the mailen that fain wad a haen him, / And Susie, wha's daddie was laird o' the Ha'; / There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maist fetters his fancy, / -But the laddie's dear sel', he loes dearest of a'.