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CLINKUM CLANK in the rain they ride	A
Down by the braes and the grey sea side	A
Clinkum clank by stane and cairn	B
Weary fa' their horse shoe airn	B
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Loud on the causey saft on the sand	C
Round they rade by the tail of the land	C
Round and up by the Bour Tree Den	B
Weary fa' the red coat men	B
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Aft hae I gane where they hae rade	C
And straigled in the gowden brooms	D
Aft hae I gane a saikless maid	C
And O sae bonny as the bour tree blooms	D
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Wi' swords and guns they wanton there	E
Wi' red red coats and braw braw plumes	D
But I gaed wi' my gowden hair	E
And O sae bonny as the bour tree blooms	D
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I ran a little hempie lass	F
In the sand and the bent grass	F
Or took and kilted my small coats	G
To play in the beached fisher boats	G
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I waded deep and I ran fast	C
I was as lean as a lugger's mast	C
I was as brown as a fisher's creel	H
And I liked my life unco weel	H
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They blew a trumpet at the cross	I
Some forty men both foot and horse	J
A'body cam to hear and see	K
And wha among the rest but me	K
My lips were saut wi' the saut air	E
My face was brown my feet were bare	E
The wind had ravelled my tautit hair	E
And I thought shame to be standing there	E
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Ae man there in the thick of the throng	L
Sat in his saddle straight and strong	L
I looked at him and he at me	K
And he was a master man to see	K
And who is this yin and who is yon	B
That has the bonny lendings on	B
That sits and looks sae braw and crouse	M
Mister Frank o' the Big House	M
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I gaed my lane beside the sea	K
The wind it blew in bush and tree	K
The wind blew in bush and bent	C
Muckle I saw and muckle kent	C
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Between the beach and the sea hill	H
I sat my lane and grat my fill	H
I was sae clarty and hard and dark	N
And like the kye in the cow park	N
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There fell a battle far in the north	O
The evil news gaed back and forth	O
And back and forth by brae and bent	C
Hider and hunter cam and went	C
The hunter clattered horse shoe airn	B
By causey crest and hill top cairn	B
The hider in by shag and shench	P
Crept on his wame and little lench	P
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The eastland wind blew shrill and snell	H
The stars arose the gloaming fell	H
The firelight shone in window and door	Q
When Mr Frank cam here to shore	Q
He hirpled up by the links and the lane	B
And chappit laigh in the back door stane	B
My faither gaed and up wi' his han'	B
Is this Mr Frank or a beggarman	B
	-
I have mistrysted sair he said	C
But let me into fire and bed	C
Let me in for auld lang syne	B
And give me a dram of the brandy wine	B
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They hid him in the Bour Tree Den	B
And I thought it strange to gang my lane	B
I thought it strange I thought it sweet	C
To gang there on my naked feet	C
In the mirk night when the boats were at sea	K
I passed the burn abune the knee	K
In the mirk night when the folks were asleep	R
I had a tryst in the den to keep	R
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Late and air' when the folks were asleep	R
I had a tryst a tryst to keep	R
I had a lad that lippened to me	K
And bour tree blossom is fair to see	K
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O' the bour tree leaves I busked his bed	C
The mune was siller the dawn was red	C
Was nae man there but him and me	K
And bour tree blossom is fair to see	K
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Unco weather hae we been through	S
The mune glowered and the wind blew	S
And the rain it rained on him and me	K
And bour tree blossom is fair to see	K
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Dwelling his lane but house or hauld	C
Aft he was wet and aft was cauld	C
I warmed him wi' my briest and knee	K
And bour tree blossom is fair to see	K
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There was nae voice of beast ae man	B
But the tree soughed and the burn ran	B
And we heard the ae voice of the sea	K
Bour tree blossom is fair to see	K

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