with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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But he set her on a coal-black steed,
Himsel lap on behmd her ;
An' he's awa to the Highland hills,
Whare her frien's they canna find her.
[The song went on to narrate the forcing her to bed;
when the tnne changes to something like "Jenny dang
the weaver."]
Rob Roy was my father ca'd,
Macgregor was his name, ladie ;
He led a band o' heroes bauld,
An' I am here the same ladie.
Be content, be content,
Be content to stay, ladie
For thou art my wedded wife
Until thy dying day, ladie.
He was a hedge unto his frien's,
A heckle to his foes, ladie ;
Every one that durst him wrang.
He took him by the nose, ladie.
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