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The Heron Ballads. (Ballad Third.)

By Robert Burns

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An Excellent New Song.          Tune. "Buy broom besoms."         Wha will buy my troggin,             Fine election ware;         Broken trade o' Broughton,             A' in high repair.             Buy braw troggin,                 Frae the banks o' Dee;             Wha wants troggin                 Let him come to me.         There's a noble Earl's[1]             Fame and high renown         For an auld sang,             It's thought the gudes were stown.             Buy braw troggin, &c.         Here's the worth o' Broughton[2]             In a needle's ee;         Here's a reputation             Tint by Balmaghie.             Buy braw troggin, &c.         Here's an honest conscience             Might a prince adorn;         Frae the downs o' Tinwald,[3]             So was never worn.             Buy braw troggin, &c.         Here's its stuff and lining,             Cardoness'[4] head;         Fine for a sodger             A' the wale o' lead.             Buy braw troggin, &c.         Here's a little wadset             Buittle's[5] scrap o' truth,         Pawn'd in a gin-shop             Quenching holy drouth.             Buy braw troggin, &c.         Here's armorial bearings             Frae the manse o' Urr;[6]         The crest, an auld crab-apple             Rotten at the core.             Buy braw troggin, &c.         Here is Satan's picture,             Like a bizzard gled,         Pouncing poor Redcastle,[7]             Sprawlin' as a taed.             Buy braw troggin, &c.         Here's the worth and wisdom             Collieston[8] can boast;         By a thievish midge             They had been nearly lost.             Buy braw troggin, &c.         Here is Murray's fragments             O' the ten commands;         Gifted by black Jock[9]             To get them aff his hands.             Buy braw troggin, &c.         Saw ye e'er sic troggin?             If to buy ye're slack,         Hornie's turnin' chapman,             He'll buy a' the pack.             Buy braw troggin,                 Frae the banks o' Dee;             Wha wants troggin                 Let him come to me.

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Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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