Robert Burns

There cam a Soger

There cam a soger here to stay, He swore he wadna steer me; But, lang before the break o' day, He cuddl'd muddl'd near me: He set a stiff thing to my wame, I docht na bide the bends o't; But lang before the grey morn cam, I soupl'd baith the ends o't.

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