Chapter 963 of 1414 · 54 words · ~1 min read

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O steer her up and haud her gaun-- Her mother's at the mill, jo; And gin she winna take a man, E'en let her take her will, jo: First shore her wi' a kindly kiss, And ca' another gill, jo, And gin she take the thing amiss, E'en let her flyte her fill, jo.