Robert Burns

My Auntie Jean held to the shore

My auntie Jean held to the shore, As Ailsa boats cam' back; And she had coft a feather bed For twenty and a plack; And in it she wan fifty mark, Before a towmond sped; O! what a noble bargain Was auntie Jeanie's bed.

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