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Enter Peppertail.
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Air—Braw Lads o' Galla Water.

Pepper.
Comin' frae the toun o' Straiven,
On my poor mare that had the spaivin,
I met the pannel near the Kirk o' Shotts,
Like ony madman he was ravin.
Black his hair and blue his coat;
Tightly he did the gauger han'le,
The mair he shuck the fallow by the throat,
The steadier still I ee'd the pannel.