John Highland-Man's Remarks.
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WHen her nain shell to Edinburgh went
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she pe saw pony tings,
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She many pony Lasses saw,
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that flutter'd a wit wings,
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Tat town apout teire shouters hang
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as plack as ony flea,
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An rattel a like Onion Skins,
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an pha pe pra put tea,
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Wit pra high tapons on teir heads,
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shust like her Lords Coach Mare,
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An pony tings some in teir Lugs
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hat hinging town se clear
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An pony Preakens on teir Ners
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as pony as might pe,
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Wit tartles rount apout te tail
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like a Colt's Mane hat she
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Teir Cowns pehint teir Ners tid trail
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tey pe se pra and syd,
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Not like her nain Coot Wifs at hame
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tat scarce her pottocks hide,
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An some had rount apout teir Necks
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Cat Skins se praly trest,
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Se proun as her Toug Pati's tail
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an Kirchifes o'te pest
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Plack pony Kleath tat e'er she saw
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an some had white ones too:
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Te tean pe plack like her pan ners,
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te other whit's a tow.
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An she pe saw too pony Men,
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an vaw put tea pe pra
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Wit high crown'd ponets on teir Head
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te pest tat e'r she saw,
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Wit curl'd lang heir town to teir pelts
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se very syd tid trail
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An knots hang own pehint teir ners
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shust like Toug Pati's tail
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An pony puttons on teir Coats,
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tat glitter't a' like cless,
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Teir Trews pe gir't apout te knee
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an wider at te ners
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Ten her nain Trew; an teir prougs hat
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high Clogs penea teir heel,
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Shust like the upper muckle end
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of her nain shell's Snuff Mill,
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An she saw mony pra House tere
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as heit as heit may pe
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Like great Rocks in her nain Glenco
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or in Glencra or Gri
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An mony taintie wide wintows
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pe up and toun teir side
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Like Mill Toors in her nain Country
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tey pe se pra and wide
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In sted a Ruches tey pe thick'd
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wit stones se pra and plew
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Teir wintows stick wit tings se clear
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her nain shell cout se trow
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An her shell yet saw petter tings
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tat on four wheels pe porn,
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Shust like great muckle Ambrie peds,
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nail'd like her Powter Horn,
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Or Targ with taintie nails se clear,
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shust like a clear scour'd Pan,
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An taintie Lasses sitting in't,
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an a pra Shentle Man,
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Te Horse tat trew tis four Wheel cart,
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pe great and plack as coal
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Her nain shel's goot Gray Mare at hame
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pe shyt tem's put a Foal
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Te wheels pe whirlt and ran as fast,
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phan te great Horses trew,
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Her nain shell tought not run se fast
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put phat hat wings to flew.
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Phile her shell saw sic taintie tings
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she pe stand still to look
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Pe tink her shell of no ill ting;
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put e'er she wist, te nook
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Of a coal cathers krill took her
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pe pon te pack a tunch,
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Mi turnt an said, hum, phat teil now
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you filthy rustique clunch?
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Phat are you plind you shyten rogue?
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you pe se undescreet,
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That Shentle Men cannot pestand,
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pe pon te Kings hie street.
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Phile she pe flyt with tis Coal Man,
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in sic a range besputter;
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A Slead came py pehint her Ners
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and dang her in te guter:
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Pe she gat up a four wheel cart
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came hurling py pedeen,
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Te Man's lang whip tat sat pefore't
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made crak apout her eyn,
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An hat her lugs wit sick a phisk
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till a her eyn tid water.
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She tought it was not time to stand
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to Argument te matter,
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Put her shell run in at Closs head,
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to keep her shell frea skeit,
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She had not weel gone two ells tere,
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till her nain shell tid get
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A tish of water poured town
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apout her nain shell's Lugs,
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Petract put it was scalding her,
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vile stinking filthie jugs:
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Tat Herring hat peen sotten in
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or other stinking fish.
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Me wist not phat to say or too
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for her nain shell coult wish
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Te muckle Tell hat tene tem all
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her nain shell nere tid meet
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Wit sick a yoking since she was
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a Month old Cock pards hight.
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For lang street as far as tween
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Glen Fudrich and Genstouse,
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An wide as tween Teg McCrae's Yard
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an Tonald Tearlech's house,
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Was all caan full of Shentle Foulk,
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as full as it cout croud;
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Some running up some running town
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an some tat stane still stood,
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There comes a range of four wheel carts
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tokether in a string,
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Some pe caan up some pe caan town
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an some of tem town ting,
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Te Kail Wives Creels wit a teir Trade,
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an paggage tey hat tere
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Next comes a trift of Coals mens horse
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like Cows caan to a Fair,
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Or like a trift of Bord'ring Cows
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some times her shell has seen
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Prought off the Low-land phigs, yea she
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has at such plunterings peen:
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An yonter comes tere two wheel Cartes
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pe rumbling all attens.
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Some load with Parles som wit Trees
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and some wit dirt and stanes,
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Tere comes a Range of Oyster Wives,
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an some pe crying Sand,
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Some crying Fish, some crying Coal,
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an some wit Salt in hand;
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Wit twenty hunter tings peside,
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her nain shell cannot mine;
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Put on ting she cannot forget
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an she saw ten times nine
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She tainty pony Lasses saw
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upon a Parrow porn
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Tat hat upon teir Snowts tid weir
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a taintie Coblo-horn
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Wit lang Lugs hanging town each side,
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all woven as a Net,
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An in teir little Ambrie Pox
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full lordly are tey set
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Her shell tought it great pity was
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tat sick pra Lass pe Criple,
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Her shell could wish to ly wit such
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tho she should get a Riple,
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Put phan her shell was caan to Leit
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she saw pe pon a Tree
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Some Mans pe hing and wit te Wind,
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tey wagged wantonlie,
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She speart, for phat tes Mans hang tere?
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tey said for stealing Gear.
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Hum, phat? her shell she tought is now
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pe three tays too long here.
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