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Laddie, my lad, when ye gang at the tail o' the plough / An' the days draw in, / When the burnin' yellow's awa' that was aince a-lowe / On the braes o' whin, / Do ye mind o' me that's deaved wi' the wearyfu' south / An' it's puir concairns / While the weepies fade on the knowes at the river's mouth / In the Howe o' the Mearns?
There was nae twa lads frae the Grampians doon to the Tay / That could best us twa; / At bothie or dance, or the field on a fitba' day, / We could sort them a'; / An' at courtin'-time when the stars keeked doon on the glen / An' its theek o' fairns, / It was you an' me got the pick o' the basket then / In the Howe o' the Mearns.