<h2><SPAN name="FOR_HE_WAS_SCOTCH_AND_SO_WAS_SHE" id="FOR_HE_WAS_SCOTCH_AND_SO_WAS_SHE"></SPAN>For He was Scotch and so was She</h2>
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<span class="i0"><span class="letra">T</span>HEY were a couple well-content<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With what they earned and what they spent,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Cared not a whit for style’s decree,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For he was Scotch, and so was she.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And O, they loved to talk of Burns;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Dear, lithesome, tender, Bobby Burns!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They never wearied of his song,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">He never sang a note too strong,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">One little fault could neither see,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For he was Scotch, and so was she.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">They loved to read of men who stood<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And gave for country, life and blood,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Who held their faith so dear a thing<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They scorned to yield it to a king;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Ah! proud of such they well might be—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For he was Scotch, and so was she.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">From neighbor’s broil they kept away—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">No liking for such things had they,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And O, each had a cannie mind!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Each could be deaf, and dumb, and blind;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of words—nor pence—were none too free—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For he was Scotch, and so was she.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_128" id="page_128"></SPAN>{128}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I would not have you think this pair<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Went on in weather always fair,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For well you know in married life<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Will come, sometimes, the jar and strife;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They couldn’t always just agree—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For he was Scotch, and so was she.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">But near of heart they ever kept,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Until at close of life they slept,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Just this to say when all was past—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They loved each other to the last,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They’re loving yet in heaven, maybe—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For he was Scotch, and so was she.<br/></span></div>
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