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O there wis
a butcher laddie, an’ the laddie cam frae Crieff.
There wis a bonny lassie an’ she cam tae get some beef.
He’s gi’en tae her the middle cut an’ doon she did
fa’,
an’ the wind blew the bonny lassie’s plaidie awa’.
Chorus:
For the wind
blaws East an’ the wind blaws West,
the wind blew the bonny lassie’s plaidie awa’,
the beef wis in her basket an’ she couldna rise ava’,
an’ the wind blew the bonny lassie’s plaidie awa’.
Noo the plaidie
it was lost an’ it coudna’ be fund
the de’ils in the plaidie it’s awa’ wi’ the
wind
noo whit can we say tae the old folks ava’?
Oh, we canna say the wind blew the plaidie awa’
It wisna’
lang efter the plaidie was lost,
it’s then the bonny lassie she grew thick aboot the waist
an’ Rab he wis blamed for the hale o’ it a’
an’ the wind blawin’ the bonny lassie’s plaidie awa’
Then Rab he
was summoned tae appear afowr the session,
they a’ cried at yince "we maun ha’e a confession",
but Rab neevir answered them save yin word ava’
"twas the wind blew the bonny lassie’s plaidie awa’"
Extra Chorus:
For the wind
blaws East and the wind blaws West
the wind blew the bonny lassie’s plaidie awa’,
he’s gi’en tae her the middle cut, the tenderest o’
them a’,
and the wind blew the bonny lassie’s plaidie awa’
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