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RETURN TO EDINBURGH AFTER THE HOLIDAYS.
An' noo, fareweel to hills an' braes,
To wuds an' watters broon!
We've pairtit wi' the holidays
—They're aff! they're fairly flewn!
An' we, wi' torn an' suddled claes,
An' tired fra cuit to croon,
Wi' scartit hauns an' blistered taes,
Are hirplin' back to toon!
To wuds an' watters broon!
We've pairtit wi' the holidays
—They're aff! they're fairly flewn!
An' we, wi' torn an' suddled claes,
An' tired fra cuit to croon,
Wi' scartit hauns an' blistered taes,
Are hirplin' back to toon!
Like laddies, ill for an excuse
For havin' played the tru'n,
We're comin' in a kind o' daze,
An' dummies every loon!
The ne'er a lauch hae we to raise
To hud oor hearts aboon;
—E'enoo we'd raither dee nor praise
Oor ain pedantic Toon!
For havin' played the tru'n,
We're comin' in a kind o' daze,
An' dummies every loon!
The ne'er a lauch hae we to raise
To hud oor hearts aboon;
—E'enoo we'd raither dee nor praise
Oor ain pedantic Toon!
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