MY Daddie left me geer enough,
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A coulter and an old Beam Plough,
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A nebbed staff and a nuting Tyne,
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An Angle Bend with Hook and Line
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With Two old Stools, a dirt House,
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A Jerkinet scarce worth a Luse;
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With an old Pot that wants the Lug,
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A Spurtle and a Sowen Mug,
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A Hempen Heckle, and a Mell,
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A Tarr horn and a Weathers Bell,
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A Matchlock and an old Peet creil
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With the spaiks of our Spinning Wheel:
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A pair of branks yea and a S[?]riddle,
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With our old brunt and broken laddle,
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A Whang belt and a Sniffel bit,
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Chear up my Bairns and Dance a fit,
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A Flalling Staff and a Wooden Speet,
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With an old chirn and a holl in it
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Yearn winnels and a Reel,
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With a Fetter Lock and a Trump of Steel
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A Whissel, and a Ram Horn Spoon
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With an old pair of clouted shoon
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A Wooden Spade and a gleg shear,
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A Bonnet for my Bairns to weer.
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A Timber Tongs and a broken craddle
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With a pallien of an old cart Saddle,
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A gullie Knife, and an Horse Wand,
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With a Mitten for the Left Hand,
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With an old broken pan of Brass,
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And an old Sark that wants the Arse,
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With an old Band and a Hodding How
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And I hope my Bairns ye're all well now:
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Oft have I born you on my back,
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With all this Rif Raf on my back,
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And it was all for want of geer,
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That gart me steall the parsons Mare,
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But now my Bairns what ails you now
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For ye have Naigs enough to plow,
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And hose and Shoon fit for your feet
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chear up my Bairns, and do not greet.
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Then with myself I did Advise,
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My Daddies Geer for to comprise,
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Some Neighbours I cald in to see,
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What Geer my Daddie be left me,
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They sat Three Quarters of a Year,
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comprising of my Daddies geer.
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And when they had given oll their Votes
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'Twas scarcely all worth Four pound Scots
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