Poem by Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne

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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. Gude Nicht, and Joy Be Wi' Ye A'
3. Cauld Kail in Aberdeen
4. He's Owre the Hills that I Lo'e Weel
5. The Pentland Hills

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