Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (Каролина Олифант, леди Нэрн)

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Air — "Landlady, count the lawin."

O weel's me on my ain man!
My ain man, my ain man;
O, weel's me on my ain gudeman!
He'll aye be welcome hame.

I'm wae I blamed him yesternight,
For now my heart is feather light;
For gowd I wadna gi'e the sight,
I see him linkin' owre the height.

O, weel's me on my ain man!
My ain man, my ain man;
O, weel's me on my ain gudeman!
He'll aye be welcome hame.

Rin, Jeanie, bring the kebbuck ben,
An' fin' aneath the speckl'd hen;
Meg, rise and sweep aboot the fire,
Syne cry on Johnnie frae the byre.

For weel's me on my ain man!
My ain man, my ain man;
O, weel's me on my ain gudeman!
I see him linkin' hame.

1. The Lass o’ Gowrie
2. Fell He on the Field of Fame
3. Cauld Kail in Aberdeen
4. Gude Nicht, and Joy Be Wi' Ye A'
5. He's Owre the Hills that I Lo'e Weel

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