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368. Song—Scroggam my dearie

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 THERE was a wife wonn’d in Cockpen,
 Scroggam;
She brew’d gude ale for gentlemen;
 Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me,
 Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.
The gudewife’s dochter fell in a fever, Scroggam; The priest o’ the parish he fell in anither; Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me, Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.
They laid the twa i’ the bed thegither, Scroggam; That the heat o’ the tane might cool the tither; Sing auld Cowl, lay ye down by me, Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

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