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580 THE DEY'S SONG.* ROBERT JAMIESON, ESQ. my bonnie cow, Pbroo, pbroo ! Pbroo, hawkie I ho, hawkie ! Ye ken the hand that's kind to you, Sae let the drappie go, hawkie. Your caufie's sleepin in the pen, Pbroo, hawkie ! ho, hawkie I * This is intended as a specimen of that kind of unpremeditated song, for which the Scottish Highlanders are so rennarkable. The supposed scene being pecuhar and characteristic, it will be proper to give some account of it, in order that the nature of the piece may be the better understood, " On a very hot day in the beginning of autumn, the author, when a stripling, was travelling a-foot over the mountains of Lochaber, from Fort Augustus to Inverness ; and when he came to the house where he was to have breakfasted, tliere was no person at home, nor was there any place where refreshment was to be had nearer than Duris, which is eighteen miles from Fort Augustus. With this disagreeable prospect, he proceeded about three miles further, and turned aside to the first cottage he saw, where he found a hale-looking, lively, tidy, little, middle-aged woman, spinning wool, with a pot on the fire, and some greens ready to be put into it. She understood no English, and his Gaelic was then by no means good, though he spoke it well enough to be intelligible. She informed him, that she had nothing in the house that could be eaten, except cheese, a little sour cream, and some whisky. On being asked, rather sharply, how she could dress the greens without meal, she good-humouredly told him, that there was plenty of mical in the croft, pointing to some unreaped barley that stood dead-ripe and dry before the door ; and if he could wait half-an-hour, he should have brose and butter, bread and cheese, bread and milk, or any thing else that he chose. To this he most readily assented, as well on account of the singularity of the proposal, as of the necessity of the time and the good dame set with all possible expedition about her arduous undertaking.— She first of all brought him somic cream in a bottle, telling him ' He that will not work, neither shall he eat ;' if he wished for butter, he must shake that bottle with all his might, and sing to it Uke a mavis all the time; for unless he sung to it, no butter would come. She then went to the croft ; cut down soine barley ; burnt the straw to dry the grain ; rubbed the grain between her hands, and threw it up before the wind, to separate it from the ashes; ground it upon a quern ; sifted it ; made a bannock of the meal ; set it up to bake before the fire ; lastly, went to milk her cow, that was reposing during the heat of the day, and eating some outside cab- bage leaves ' ayont the hallan.' She sung like a lark the whole time, varying the strain according to the employment to which it was adapted. In the meanwhile, a hen cackled under the eaves of the cottage; two hew-Iaid eggs were immediately plunged into the boiling pot ; and in less than halfan-hour, the poor, starving, faint, and way-worn minstrel, with wonder and delight, sat down to a repast, that, under such circumstances, would have been a feast for a prince." Jamieson's Popular Ballads and Songs, II, 358^ 360. ;
581 ; ; ; He'll soon win to the pap again Sae let the drappie go, hawkie. Pbroo, pbroo, &c. The stranger is come here the day, Pbroo, hawkie ! ho, hawkie I We'll send him singin on his way Sae let the drappie go, hawkie. The day is meeth and weary he, Pbroo, hawkie ! ho, hawkie I While cozie in the bield were ye Sae let the drappie go, hawkie. He'll bless your bonk when far away, Pbroo, hawkie I ho, hawkie ] And scafF and raff ye ay shall faae Sae let the drappie go, hawkie. Sic benison will sain ye still, Pbroo, hawkie I ho, hawkie I Frae cantrip, elf, and quarter ill Sae let the drappie go, hawkie. The stranger's blessing's lucky ay Pbroo, hawkie I ho, hawkie ! We'll thrive, like hainet girss in May Sae let the drappie go, hawkie. Pbroo, pbroo, my bonnie cow 1 Pbroo, hawkie ! ho, hawkie I Ye ken the hand that's kind to you, Sae let the drappie go, hawkie. 3c 2 ;
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THE GLEN COLLECTION OF SCOTTISH MUS
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THE SCOTTISH SONGS.
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THE SCOTTISH SONGS; COLLECTED AND I
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314 THE AULD STUARTS BACK AGAIN. Tu
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316 No" greater blessing can I prov
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318 Be kind to the bairns a', and w
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320 For see the rosy May draws nigh
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322 But now she cries Dule and well
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324 As blythe and as artless as the
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326 GREEN GROW THE RASHES. BURNS. T
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328 But there is ane, a secret ane,
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330 Before auld age your vitals nip
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332 LOVELY JEAN. BURNS. Tune—Miss
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334 THE BRISK YOUNG LAD. Tune—Bun
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336 Oh, where is the maid that like
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338 A bien house to bide in, a chai
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340 Young Jamie loo'd me well, and
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342 Or, if I e'er again shall see T
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Amongst all those he makes his choi
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346 The started hare rins hai'd wit
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348 And, gin ye forsake me, Marion,
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350 Then I'll sit down and moan,, J
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352 The blackbird, and sweet cooing
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354 TO DANTON ME, Tune— To danton
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356 ROSLIN CASTLE, HEWIT. Tune—Ro
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358 If I wasna ettled to be ony bet
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360 He took a horn frae his side, a
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362 The servant gaed where the dauc
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364 They turn'd their back, the foo
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366 But the night before, he left t
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368 My breist can scarce conteen my
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370 Upon the banks they eased then'
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372 And aye my Chloris' dearest cba
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374 The auld kirk bell has chappit
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376 To own the tales o'faithfu love
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378 And I made him new gray breeks,
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380 Let the glass keep its course,
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382 We twa hae run about the braes,
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384 Though thou were rebel to the k
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386 Where neither sun nor wind E'er
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SYMON AND JANET* ANDREW SCOTT. Surr
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390 At's curpin auld Janet, too, hu
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392 Keekin in the draw-well clear,
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394 THE WOOING OF JENNY AND JOCK. T
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396 ; : ; They had sax laverocks, f
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398 Thou'rt like themselves sae lov
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400 The hawthorn I will pu', wi' it
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402 Was it for high-rank'd chief li
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404 My gown was linsy-woolsy, And n
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406 ; — Quo she, Was it for nae i
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408 On te lea of the rock shall you
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410 The latter was kidnapp'd awa, m
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412 Then Lawrie, for fear Of what h
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414 THE BATTLE OF SHERIPP-MUIR. BUR
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416 THE CARLE HE CAM OWER THE CRAFT
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418 ; ; [rev. dr bryce of kirknewto
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420 The lad that has gear needna wa
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422 I've taen three rigs o' braw la
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424 He's ta'en her by the mantle-ne
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42G Be a lassie e'er sae black, Gin
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428 HAUD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD. Tune
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430 HAUD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD. Tune
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432 Haud awa, baud awa, Haud awa fr
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43 i Ye may as weel gang sune as sy
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436 But still'd maun be the pulse t
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438 The rose blooms gay on cairny b
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440 THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN. Tune— T
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442 At our annual elections for bai
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444 She oped the door ; she let him
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446 ; ; ; ; ; I'll fetch nae simile
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448 Twarra-rang, twarra-rang, went
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450 Surprised, nae doubt, I still a
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— 452 MAGGIE LAUDER.* SEMPLE. Tun
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454 THE QUEEN OF SLUTS. [from recit
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456 BRUGES ADDRESS TO HIS TROOPS BE
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458 SYMON BRODIE. Tune—Symon Brod
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460 When yon green leaves fade frae
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462 ; ; ; ; Their jeering gaes aft
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464 ! ; A thoclit ungentle canna be
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4^66 O, WHISTLE AND I'LL COME TO YO
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468 ; ; Yet puirtith a' I could for
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470 But, dubious of my ain desert,
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472 O Nannie, when thou'rt far awa,
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474 In England my black bird and I
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476 Ithouglitlshould be wiser next,
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478 O waly, waly, but love be bonni
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: 480 Her name it is Mary ; she's f
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482 Wi' healtli we'll liae plenty
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484 We began in the world wi' naeth
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; ; 486 The lassie blush'd^ and fro
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488 Come through the heather, aroun
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490 BLUE BONNETS OVER THE BORDER^ S
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492 Their fame is alive, tliough th
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OH ! DINNA 494 ASK ME GIN I LO'E YE
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496 " A chain o' gold ye sail not l
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498 " Ye've drapp'd, ye've diapp'd
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500 THE LEA-RIG. BURNS. Tune— r/^
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502 At Pentland hills you got your
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504 I gat it frae a young brisk sod
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506 THE MAID THAT TENDS THE GOATS.
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508 '^^ Nae hame have I," the minst
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510 Let friends forget, as I forgiv
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512 O merry hae I been cloutin a ke
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514 And saw young Sandy shivering s
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516 Though winter wild in tempest t
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Sis A fig for those by law protecte
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520 But when the army joined at Per
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522 Through the lang muir I have fo
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524 Up Johnie rose, and to the door
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526 Though I can baith get wine and
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528 WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE? BURNS.
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Page 282 and 283: 582 THE QUERN-LILT* ROBERT JAMIESON
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Page 290 and 291: 590 ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST, BURNS. T
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630 Come, lowse your heart, ye man
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632 Ye violets, that first appear.
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634 THE FLOWER O' DUNBLANE. TANNAHI
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636 THE BONNY SCOT, RAMSAY. Tune—
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638 For Murray's light horse are to
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640 And there will be trusty Kirroc
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642 THERE'S NEWS, LASSES. BURNS. Th
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644- I'Jl count my health my greate
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646 He's courtit fav ower mony lass
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648 A SOUTH-SEA SONG* RAMSAY. Tune
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650 ; ! ; Croonin ower some simple
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652 ; : ; My dochter ye shall hae,
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654 WILLIE WINKIE'S TESTAMENT. Tune
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O I 656 gladness conies to many, Bu
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638 Wi' sneerin behind and before h
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660 — ; : ; ; I am a hero to my t
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662 Sell hawkie, minnie, And buy th
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664. But they're nearer my heart th
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666 But Cockleferry bears the gree
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668 Tune—J'oy gaed down the loani
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670 And the burnie, stealin' by wi*
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672 But 'tis not my sufferings, thu
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674 I trow, thou be a feck auld cai
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676 And now's the time to bathe my
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678 I tossed and I tumbled, And sle
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680 WHAT AILS THE LASSES AT ME? ALE
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682 O sorrow clap your auld beld po
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684 In love and freedom they rejoic
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; 686 Dinna gang, my bonnie lad, di
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688 — It wouldna give me meikle p
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690 Dundee he is mounted, he rides
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INDEX. A COCK-LAIRD fu' cadgic, . A
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695 Clavers and his Highlandmen, ..
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697 Hey, the dusty miller, Hie, bon
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699 Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn
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701 O mount and go, . O, my lassie,
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703 Surrounded wi' berhjJttnd wi' h
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703 To danton me, and me sae young,
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