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Wi' which o' these, I wonder, Ritchie,
Will the impartial future mix me?
You'll wisely say, “It doesna matter.”
I say, “God keep me frae the latter.”
Will the impartial future mix me?
You'll wisely say, “It doesna matter.”
I say, “God keep me frae the latter.”
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