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THERE was a jolly gauger, a gauging he did ride, And he has met a beggar down by yon river side. An weel gang nae mair a rovin' wi ladies to the wine, When a beggar wi' her meal-pocks can fidge her tail sae fine.
Amang the broom he laid her; amang the broom sae green, And he's fa'n to the beggar, as she had been a queen. And weel gang, &c.
My blessings on thee laddie, thou's done my turn sae weel, Wilt thou accept, dear laddie, my pock and pickle meal? And weel, &c.
Sae blyth the beggar took the bent, like ony bird in spring, Sae blyth the beggar took the bent, and merrily did sing. And weel, &c.
My blessings on the gauger, o' gaugers he's the chief. Sic kail ne'er crost my kettle, nor sic a joint o' beef. And weel, &c.
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