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I KEN A LASS.

I ken a lass, the queen o' her kin' (O me, but my heart is sair,) And gin it is fated she's no to be mine Ye may howk my bed in the lair. Her lips are redder than blabbit haws (O me, but my heart is sair,) Her c'en are like slaes set in winter snaws When the munclicht is glintin' there The rose is bonnie when newly blawn (O me, but my heart is sair,) And the day is leesome at early dawn, But o' drauuting love beware ! For its waur to thole than an adder's stan", (O me, but my heart is sair,) It comes owre early and stays owre lang-, And maks for ye muckle o' care. — James S. Baird.

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Otago Witness, Issue 1320, 17 March 1877, Page 19

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I KEN A LASS. Otago Witness, Issue 1320, 17 March 1877, Page 19

I KEN A LASS. Otago Witness, Issue 1320, 17 March 1877, Page 19