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Ay, on each slip like famished vulture seize,
And trumpet loud its every trivial blunder. I'm independent, perfectly at ease,
No public obligation being under;
THE FAVOURITE'S RETURN.
Air-"Auld Johnny's content, and he's aye content like."
CHORUS. POO happy was I wi' my mither again, © Wi' my canty and canny auld mither again, Wha shook my cauld hands as she ca'd me her ain, Wi' the tear in her e'e as I met her again.
Embalmed in my bosom, to me ever dear
She led me in joy to the auld arm chair,
Hoo fondly she speered hoo life wi' me passed,
The joys and the sorrows that fell to her lot,
Wi' her saft, gentle hand-I mind it yet fine-
We quaffed aff a bumper-O haud by the wa'-
Aye ready to hear, and her counsel to lend;
The worth o'a mither’s but kent by her loss-