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I'm not their mother—

How's my boy—my boy?

Tell me of him and no other!

How's my boy—my boy?"

Sydney Dobell

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Cam' ye by the salmon fishers?

Cam' ye by the roperee?

Saw ye a sailor laddie

Waiting on the coast for me?

I ken fahr[34] I'm gyain,[35]

I ken fahs[36] gyain wi' me;

I ha'e a lad o' my ain,

Ye daurna tack 'im fae[37] me.

Stockings of blue silk,

Shoes of patent leather,

Kid to tie them up,

And gold rings on his finger.

Oh for six o'clock!

Oh for seven I weary!

Oh for eight o'clock!

And then I'll see my dearie.

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"Whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?

Whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?"

"I've been by burn and flow'ry brae,

Meadow green and mountain grey,

Courtin' o' this young thing just come frae her Mammy."

"And whar gat ye that young thing, my boy Tammy?"

"I gat her down in yonder howe,[38]

Smiling on a broomy knowe,[39]

Herding ae wee Lamb and Ewe for her poor Mammy."

"What said ye to the bonny bairn, my boy Tammy?"

"I hae a house, it cost me dear,