Sawney, Sawney what's the matter What breeds all this din and clatter Come to me my handsome Babby Thou art so much like thy own dear daddy CHORUS: Sawney thou art my own dear Bairn So bravely thou doth fill my arm Bring me a blanket and a hippen For I think thou art all beshitten. Sawney thou'st have a blue bonnet Nipt behind with fine things on it And a horse that thou may prance on As well as the best of the Lords among them. Sawney thou'st be good to the Poor Thou'st never let them want for meat or good cheer It is but hanging half an hour When thou hast Rogu'd it many a year Sawney I would not for any earthly thing Thou should die in thy bed But end thy days on a hempen string As thy fathers & syne have dun.
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