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As I came in by Fisherrow, Musselburgh was near me
I threw off my mussel pock and courted with my deary
Up stairs, doon stairs, timmer stairs fears me
I thought it lang to lie ma lane when I'm sae near my deary
Oh had her apron bidden doon, the kirk wad ne'er hae kent it
But since the word's gane through the toon,
My dear I canna mend it
But ye maun mount the cutty stool and I maun mount the pillar
And that's the way the poor folks dae, because they hae nae siller
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