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My bonie lass I work in brass, A Tinkler is my station; I've travell'd round all Christian ground In this my occupation; I've ta'en the gold an' been enroll'd In many a noble squadron; But vain they search'd when off I march'd To go an' clout the Caudron. I've ta'en the gold an' been enroll'd In many a noble squadron; But vain they search'd when off I march'd To go an' clout the Caudron. Despise that Shrimp, that withered Imp, With a' his noise an' cap'rin; An' take a share, with those that bear The budget and the apron! And by that Stowp! my faith an' houpe, And by that dear Kilbaigie, If e'er ye want, or meet with scant, May I ne'er weet my Craigie! And by that Stowp! my faith an' houpe, And by that dear Kilbaigie, If e'er ye want, or meet with scant, May I ne'er weet my Craigie!