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I THIS SIDE AN' THAT	A
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The rich man sat in his father's seat	B
Purple an' linen an' a'thing fine	C
The puir man lay at his yett i' the street	B
Sairs an' tatters an' weary pine	C
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To the rich man's table ilk dainty comes	D
Mony a morsel gaed frae't or fell	E
The puir man fain wud hae dined on the crumbs	D
But whether he got them I canna tell	E
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Servants prood saft fittit an' stoot	B
Stan by the rich man's curtained doors	F
Maisterless dogs 'at rin aboot	B
Cam to the puir man an' lickit his sores	F
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The rich man deeit an' they buried him gran'	C
In linen fine his body they wrap	G
But the angels tuik up the beggar man	C
An' layit him doun in Abraham's lap	G
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The guid upo' this side the ill upo' that	B
Sic was the rich man's waesome fa'	H
But his brithers they eat an' they drink an' they chat	B
An' carena a strae for their Father's ha'	I
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The trowth's the trowth think what ye will	J
An' some they kenna what they wad be at	B
But the beggar man thoucht he did no that ill	J
Wi' the dogs o' this side the angels o' that	B
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II THE TWA BAUBEES	F
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Stately lang robit an' steppin at ease	F
The rich men gaed up the temple ha'	I
Hasty an' grippin her twa baubees	F
The widow cam efter booit an' sma'	K
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Their goud rang lood as it fell an' lay	L
Yallow an' glintin bonnie an' braw	M
But the fowk roun the Maister h'ard him say	L
The puir body's baubees was mair nor it a'	N
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III WHA'S MY NEIBOUR	M
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Doon frae Jerus'lem a traveller took	O
The laigh road to Jericho	P
It had an ill name an' mony a crook	O
It was lang an' unco how	I
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Oot cam the robbers an' fell o' the man	C
An' knockit him o' the heid	B
Took a' whauron they couth lay their han'	C
An' left him nakit for deid	B
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By cam a minister o' the kirk	Q
A sair mishanter he cried	B
Wha kens whaur the villains may lirk	Q
I s' haud to the ither side	B
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By cam an elder o' the kirk	Q
Like a young horse he shied	B
Fie here's a bonnie mornin's wark	Q
An' he spangt to the ither side	B
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By cam ane gaed to the wrang kirk	Q
Douce he trottit alang	Q
Puir body he cried an' wi' a yerk	Q
Aff o' his cuddy he sprang	Q
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He ran to the body an' turnt it ower	M
There's life i' the man he cried	B
He wasna ane to stan an' glower	M
Nor hand to the ither side	B
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He doctort his oons an' heised him then	C
To the back o' the beastie douce	L
An' he heild him on till twa weary men	C
They wan to the half way hoose	L
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He ten'd him a' nicht an' o' the morn did say	L
Lan'lord latna him lack	Q
Here's auchteen pence an' ony mair ootlay	L
I'll sattle 't as I come back	Q
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Sae tak til ye neibours read aricht the word	B
It's a portion o' God's ain spell	L
Wha is my neibour speirna the Lord	B
But Am I a neibour yersel	L
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IV HIM WI' THE BAG	Q
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Ance was a woman wha's hert was gret	B
Her love was sae dumb it was 'maist a grief	H
She brak the box it's tellt o' her yet	B
The bonny box for her hert's relief	H
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Ane was there wha's tale's but brief	H
Yet was ower lang the gait he cawed	B
He luikit a man and was but a thief	H
Michty the gear to grip and hand	B
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What guid he cried sic a boxfu to blaud	B
Wilfu waste I couth never beir	M
It micht hae been sellt for ten poun I wad	B
Sellt for ten poun and gien to the puir	M
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Savin he was but for love o' the gear	M
Carefu he was but a' for himsel	L
He carried the bag to his hert sae near	M
What fell i' the ane i' the ither fell	L
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And the strings o' his hert hingit doun to hell	L
They war pu'd sae ticht aboot the mou	K
And hence it comes that I hae to tell	L
The warst ill tale that ever was true	M
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The hert that's greedy maun mischief brew	M
And the deils pu'd the strings doon yon'er in hell	L
And he sauld or the agein mune was new	M
For thirty shillins the Maister himsel	L
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Gear i' the hert it's a canker fell	L
Brithers latna the siller ben	C
Troth gien ye du I warn ye ye'll sell	L
The verra Maister or ever ye ken	C
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V THE COORSE CRATUR	M
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The Lord gaed wi' a crood o' men	C
Throu Jericho the bonny	C
'Twas ill the Son o' Man to ken	C
Mang sons o' men sae mony	C
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The wee bit son o' man Zacchay	P
To see the Maister seekit	B
He speilt a fig tree bauld an' shy	P
An' sae his shortness ekit	B
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But as he thoucht to see his back	Q
Roun turnt the haill face til 'im	K
Up luikit straucht an' til 'im spak	Q
His hert gaed like to kill 'im	K
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Come doun Zacchay bestir yersel	L
This nicht I want a lodgin	C
Like a ripe aipple 'maist he fell	L
Nor needit ony nudgin	C
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But up amang the unco guid	B
There rase a murmurin won'er	M
This is a deemis want o' heed	B
The man's a special sinner	M
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Up spak Zacchay his hert ableeze	L
Half mine the puir Lord hae it	B
Gien oucht I've taen by ony lees	L
Fourfauld again I pay it	B
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Then Jesus said This is a man	C
His hoose I'm here to save it	B
He's are o' Abraham's ain clan	C
An' siclike has behavit	B
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I cam the lost to seek an' win	C
Zacchay was are he wantit	B
To ony man that left his sin	C
His grace he never scantit	B

George Macdonald

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