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Bonnie was the Lammas moon-- Ha, ha, the girdin o't! Glowrin' a' the hills aboon-- Ha, ha, the girdin o't! The girdin brak, the beast cam down, I tint my curch, and baith my shoon; Ah! Duncan, ye're an unco loon-- Wae on the bad girdin o't!