Poem by Robert Burns

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Ye hae lien a’ wrang, lassie,
  	Ye’ve lien a’ wrang;
Ye’ve lien in an unco bed,
  	And wi’ a fremit man.
O ance ye danced upon the knowes,
  	And ance ye lightly sang –
But in herrying o’ a bee byke,
  	I’m rad ye’ve got a stang.

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