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230 • SON DAVIE, SON DAVIE.
" What wilt thou leave to thy poor wife ?
Son Davie ! son Davie !" " Grief and sorrow all her life,
And she'll never get mair frae me 0." *>
" What wilt thou leave to thy auld son ?
Son Davie! son Davie ! " " The weary warld to wander up and down,
And he'll never get mair o' me 0."
" What wilt thou leave to thy mother dear ? *
Son Davie! son Davie!" " A fire o' coals to burn her wi' hearty cheer,
And she'll never get mair o' me 0." |
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