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Poem	IF ye gae up to yon hill-tap, Ye’ll there see bonie Peggy; She kens her father is a laird, And she forsooth’s a leddy. There Sophy tight, a lassie bright, Besides a handsome fortune: Wha canna win her in a night, Has little art in courtin’. Gae down by Faile, and taste the ale, And tak a look o’ Mysie; She’s dour and din, a deil within, But aiblins she may please ye. If she be shy, her sister try, Ye’ll maybe fancy Jenny; If ye’ll dispense wi’ want o’ sense— She kens hersel she’s bonie. As ye gae up by yon hillside, Speir in for bonie Bessy; She’ll gie ye a beck, and bid ye light, And handsomely address ye. There’s few sae bonie, nane sae guid, In a’ King George’ dominion; If ye should doubt the truth o’ this— It’s Bessy’s ain opinion!
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