Poem by Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne

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Air — "Landlady, count the lawin."

O weel's me on my ain man!
My ain man, my ain man;
O, weel's me on my ain gudeman!
He'll aye be welcome hame.

I'm wae I blamed him yesternight,
For now my heart is feather light;
For gowd I wadna gi'e the sight,
I see him linkin' owre the height.

O, weel's me on my ain man!
My ain man, my ain man;
O, weel's me on my ain gudeman!
He'll aye be welcome hame.

Rin, Jeanie, bring the kebbuck ben,
An' fin' aneath the speckl'd hen;
Meg, rise and sweep aboot the fire,
Syne cry on Johnnie frae the byre.

For weel's me on my ain man!
My ain man, my ain man;
O, weel's me on my ain gudeman!
I see him linkin' hame.

1. The Lass o’ Gowrie
2. Her Home She Is Leaving
3. Gude Nicht, and Joy Be Wi' Ye A'
4. Fell He on the Field of Fame
5. Hey the Rantin' Murray's Ha'

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