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106 MINSTRELSY OF
O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE.
FROM ».rR HERD S MS.
O GIN my love were yon red rose,
That grows upon the castle wa',
And I my sell a drap of dew,
Down on that red rose I would fa\
O my love's bonny, bonny, bonny ;
]My lovers bonny, and fair to see ;
AVhene^T I look on her weel-far^d face,
She looks and smiles again to me.
O gin niv love were a pickle of wheat,
And growing upon yon lily Ice,
And I mysell a bonny wee bird,
Awa wi' that pickle o' wheat I wad flee.
O my love's bonny, &c.

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