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Robert Burns - My Eppie Macnab
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O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? 
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? 
She`s down in the yard, she`s kissin the laird, 
She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab.   

O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; 
O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; 
Whate`er thou hast dune, be it late, be it sune, 
Thou`s welcome again to thy ain Jock Rab.   

What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? 
What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? 
She let`s thee to wit that she has thee forgot, 
And for ever disowns thee, her ain Jock Rab.   

O had I ne`er seen thee, my Eppie Macnab! 
O had I ne`er seen thee, my Eppie Macnab! 
As light as the air, and as fause as thou`s fair, 
Thou`s broken the heart o` thy ain Jock Rab.
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