GLOVE

Come all ye young lassies whar hae ye been Sae sleepy and drowsy, I ken by your een In all the wide world, you'll ne'er find a frien' Like the lads that were reared among heather Awa' wi' yer satins, yer silks and yer shawls Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls For a dance in the barn's worth ten in the hall Wi' the lads that were reared among heather

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