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  it maks guid fellows girn an' gape,

  wi' chokin dread;

  an' robin's bonnet wave wi' crape

  for mailie dead.

  o, a' ye bards on bonie doon!

  an' wha on ayr your chanters tune!

   e, join the melancholious croon

  o' robin's reed!

  his heart will never get aboon—

  his mailie's dead!