Alexander Anderson
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Last Tae Cuddle Doon
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The win' moans roon' the auld hoose'en
An shakes the ae fir tree
An as it souks,it waukens up
Auld thing,fu dear tae me
If I could only greet, my heart
It wadna be sae sore
But tears are gane,and bairns are gane
An' baith come back nae mair
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Aye Tam,poor Tam,sae fu o' fun
He fan' this warld a fecht
An sair,sair,he was hadden doon
Wi mony a weary wecht
He bore it a'.until the end
But when we laid him doon
The grey hairs there,afore thier time
Were thick among the broon
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An Jamie,wi the curly heid
Sae burly,big,an braw
Was cut doon,in the prime o' youth
The first,amang them a'
If I had tears,for them auld e'en
Then could I greet fu weel
Tae think o' Jamie lyin deid
Aneath the engine wheel
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Wee Rab-whit can I say o'him
He's waur than deid tae me
Nae word frae him,thae weary years
Has come across the sea
Could I but ken,that he is weel
As here I sit this nicht
This warl',wi a' its faucht an' care
Wid look a wee thing licht
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I sit afore a hauf-oot fire
An' I am a' ma lane
Nae frien hae I tae dauner in
For a' ma fouk are gane
I wuss that he what rules us a'
Frae where he dwell aboon
Wad touch ma auld grey heid an say
It's time tae cuddle doon
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I sit afore a hauf-lit fire
An' I am a' ma lane
Nae frien' or fremit dauners in
For a' ma fouk are gane
An' john_that was ma ain,gudeman
He sleeps the mools amang
An' auld frail body,like masel
Its time that I should gang
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