There was ae winsome wench and walie
that night enlisted in the core
(Lang after kenne'd on Carrick shore!
for mony a beast to dead she shot,
and perished many a bonnie boat,
and shook baith meikle corn and bere,
And kept the country side in fear ,)
her cuttie sark , o'Paisley harn,
that while a lassie she had worn,
in longitude tho' sorely scanty,
It was her best , and she was vauntie,-
Ah! little kenn'd thy reverend grannie,
That sark she coft for her wee Nannie,
Wi' twa pund Scots ('twas a' her rishes,)
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