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How it comes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Meg grew sick--as he grew heal, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Something in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings: And O, her een, they spak sic things! Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing his Poems, Songs, and Correspondence.: With a New Life of the Poet, and Notices, Critical and Biographical by Allan Cunningham
How it comes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Meg grew sick--as he grew heal, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Something in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings: And O, her een, they spak sic things! Ha, ha, the wooing o't.