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My dainty lass, lay you the blame / Upon the richtfu' heid; / 'Twas daft ill-luck that bigg'd yer hame / The wrang side o' the Tweed.
Ye hae yer tocher a' complete, / Ye're bonnie as the rose, / But I was born in Baltic Street, / In Baltic Street, Montrose!