II.

O, hand your tongue, my feirrie auld wife, O, haud your tongue, now Nansie, O! I've seen the day, and sae hae ye, Ye wadna been sae donsie, O! I've seen the day ye butter'd my brose, And cuddled me late and early, O! But downa do's come o'er me now, And, oh! I feel it sairly, O!

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SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE.

Tune--"_She's fair and fause._"

[One of the happiest as well as the most sarcastic of the songs of the North: the air is almost as happy as the words.]