O Logie O' Buchan, O Logie the laird
They hae ta'en awa' Jamie, that delved in the yaird
Wha played on the pipes and the fiddle sae sma'
They hae ta'en awa' Jamie, the floo'er o' them a'

He said "Think na' long lassie, tho' I gang awa'
An' I'll come an' see ye, in spite o' them a'"

Tho' Sandy has ousen, has gear, and has kye,
A house and a haudin', and siller forbye;
Yet I'd tak' my ain lad wi' his staff in his hand,
Before I'd hae him wi' his houses and land.

My daddy looks sulky, my minny looks soor,
They frown upon Jamie because he is poor;
Though I like them as weel as a dochter should do,
'They're nae hauf so dear to me, Jamie, as you.

I sit on my creepie and spin at my wheel,
And think on the laddie that lo'ed me sae weel;
He had but ae saxpence, he brak it in twa.
And he gied me the half o't when he gaed awa.

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