Chapter 700 of 1414 · 51 words · ~1 min read

III.

They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof, Tho' I mysel' hae plenty, Tam; But hear'st thou, laddie--there's my loof-- I'm thine at ane-and-twenty, Tam. An O, for ane-and-twenty, Tam! An hey, sweet ane-and-twenty, Tam! I'll learn my kin a rattlin' song, An I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam.

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