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Cockie-leerie-la.
AIR—”John Anderson, my Jo.”


There is a country gentleman,
   Who leads a thrifty life,
Ilk morning scraping orra things
   Thegither for his wife
His coat o glowing ruddy brown,
   And wavelet wi
gold
A crimson crown upon his head
   Well-fitting one so bold.

If ithers pick where he did scrape,
   He brings them to disgrace,
For, like a man o
metal, he
   Siclike meets face to face;
He gies the loons a lethering,
   A crackit croon to claw

There is nae gaun about the bush
   Wi Cockie-leerie la!

His step is firm and evenly,
   His look both sage and grave

His bearing bold, as if he said,
  
I'll never be a slave!
And tho
he hauds his head fu high,
   He glinteth to the grun,
Nor fyles his silver spurs in dubs
   Wi
glowerin at the sun:

And whiles Ive thocht had he a hand
   Wharwi
to grip a stickie,
A pair o
specks across his neb,
   And round his neck a dickie,
That weans wad laughing haud their sides,
   And cry,
Preserve us a!
Ye
re some frien to Doctor Drawbluid,
   Douce Cockie-leerie-la!

So learn frae him to think nae shame
   To work for what ye need,
For he that gapes till he be fed,
   May gape till he be dead;
And if ye live in idleness,
   Ye
ll find unto your cost,
That they wha winna work in heat,
   Maun hunger in the frost.

And hain wi care ilk sair-won plack,
   And honest pride will fill 
Your purse wi’ gear—ee’n far-oft frien’s
   Will bring grist to your mill;
And if, when grown to be a man,
   Your name’s without a flaw,
Then rax your neck, and tune your pipes
   To Cockie—leerie-la!






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