Dire was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw For beauteous, hapless Mary: But Scot to Scot ne'er met so hot, Orwere more in fury seen, Sir, Than 'twixt Hal and Bob for the famous job, Who should be the Faculty's Dean, Sir. This Hal

Last May, a brawwooer camdoun the langglen, And sairwi' his love he did deaveme; I said, there was naethingI hated like men- The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me; The deuce gae wi'm to believe me. He spako' the darts in my bonieblack e'en, And vow'd for my love he was diein, I

Chorus-We'll hide the Cooper behint the door, Behint the door, behint the door, We'll hide the Cooper behint the door, And cover him under a mawn, O. The Cooper o'Cuddy came here awa, He ca'd the girrs out o'er us a'; An'our gudewife has gotten a ca', That's anger'd the silly gudeman O. We'll hide

Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gatye me wi'naething? Rockanreel, and spinning wheel, A micklequarter basin: Bye attour my Gutcherhas A heichhouse and a laich ane, A'forbye my boniesel, The tosso'Ecclefechan. O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang, O haudyour tongue and jauner I held the gatetillyou I met, SyneI began to wander: