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The little lady lairdie
HNR 222
The little lady lairdie
She longed for a baby-o,
She took her father's greyhound
And rowed it in a plaidie-o,
Saying, Hishie, bishie, bow, wow,
Long legs hast thou,
If it was n't for your cold nose
I would kiss thee now-o.
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