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oot she coo

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oor Mailie

hose lamen

mourn my

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hem to my

if e'er a

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strings o'

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m wander at

flock incre

lambs, an'

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gude to m

dying charg

ambs, I trust

save their h

tods, an' but

guid cow-mi

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em duly, e'

hay, an' ri

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slaps, an' r

pease, or s

like their gr

ear come thro

l gie them b

et for them wh

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breed him u

live to

havins in

im what I

tent wi' yo

in an' wear

nseless, grac

my yowie, s

ee frae a te

u ne'er fo

astit, moo

mind to mo

o' credit

bairns, wi' m

blessin wi'

think upo'

kind to a

st Hughoc,

y master

burn this cu

ains, thou'se

or Mailie tur

her een ama

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ibor her