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hile winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw,And bar the doors wi' driving snaw,And hing us owre the ingle,I set me down to pass the time,And spin a verse or twa o' rhyme,In hamely westlin jingle.While frosty winds blaw in the drift,Ben to the chimla lug,I grudge a wee the great folks' gift,That live sae bien an' snug:I tent less and want lessTheir roomy fire-side;But hanker and cankerTo see their cursed pride.
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