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Broadside ballad entitled 'The Birken Tree' |
TranscriptionThe Birken TREE O lassie gin ye wad think it right, An' ye shall be my dearie, I daurna for my mammy gae, She locks the door and keeps the key; And a' about the men, O. She says they're a' deceivers, O never mind your mammy's yell, Nae doubt she's met your dad hersel', O lassie gie's your hand on't, O lad, my hand canna gae, But aiblins may steal the key, NOW he's gane to the birken tree, In hopes his true love there to see;
But he is sweet, dearest jean, O. And she clinked down beside him, Beside him, beside him, And she clinked down beside him, Upon the grass sea green, O. I'm overjoyed wi' raptures noo, Cried he, and pree'd her cherry mou"; For she has got her Johnny, 191
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Probable period of publication:
1860-1890 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(15a)
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