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| THERE’S cauld kail in Aberdeen, | |
| And castocks in Sta’bogie; | |
| Gin I ha’e but a bonnie lass, | |
| Ye’re welcome to your cogie. | |
| And ye may sit up a’ the night, | 5 |
| And drink till it be braid daylight; | |
| Gi’e me a lass baith clean and tight | |
| To dance the reel o’ Bogie. | |
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| In cotillons the French excell; | |
| John Bull loves the country dances; | 10 |
| The Spaniards dance fandangoes well; | |
| Mynheer an allemande prances; | |
| In foursome reels the Scots delight, | |
| At threesomes they dance wondrous light, | |
| But twasomes ding a’ out o’ sight, | 15 |
| Dance to the reel o’ Bogie. | |
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| Come lads, and view your partners weel; | |
| Wale each a blithesome rogie; | |
| I’ll tak’ this lassie to mysel’, | |
| She looks sae keen and vogie. | 20 |
| Now, piper lads, bang up the spring, | |
| The country fashion is the thing, | |
| To pree their mou’s ere we begin | |
| To dance the reel o’ Bogie. | |
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| Now ilka lad has got a lass | 25 |
| Save yon auld doited fogey, | |
| And ta’en a fling upon the grass, | |
| As they do in Sta’bogie. | |
| But a’ the lasses look sae fain, | |
| We canna think oursel’s to hain, | 30 |
| For they maun ha’e their come again, | |
| To dance the reel o’ Bogie. | |
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| Now a’ the lads ha’e done their best, | |
| Like true men o’ Ska’bogie; | |
| We’ll stop a while, and tak’ a rest, | 35 |
| And tipple out a cogie. | |
| Come now, my lads, and tak’ your glass, | |
| And try ilk ither to surpass, | |
| In wishing health to every lass | |
| To dance the reel o’ Bogie. | 40 |
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