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Dug In The Car

 

Ma wee dug sits in the car,

Sits in the car and hopes

That one day you'll come back for him,

He disnae ken you're just at the shoappes,

He disnae ken that you'll be back

With biscuits or maybe a bone,

All he kens in his wee heart

Is you're gone, gone, gone!

 

 

 

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