Tune - "John Anderson My Jo." One Night As I Did Wander, When Corn Begins To Shoot, I Sat Me Down To Ponder, Upon An Auld Tree Root: Auld Ayr Ran By Before Me, And Bicker'D To The Seas; A Cushat Crooded O'Er Me, That Echoed Thro' The Braes.
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