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THE MILLERS DAUGHTER.
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e been courting at a lafs,
Thefe twenty days and main
Her father winna gi’e me her.
She’s fic a gleib of gear;
But gin I had her where I wou’d,
Amang the hether here.
I’d ftrive to win her kindnefs That a’ the doftors i’ the earth
For a’ the miller’s care. Can never mak me found.
For when fhe's abfent frae my fight,
I think upon her {till,
And when I fieep, or when I wake,
She does my fenfes fill;
May heaven guard the bonny lafs,
That fweetens a’ my life;
And fhame fa me gin e’er I feek
Anither for my wife.
For fhe’s a bonny, fonfy lafs,
An armsfu', I fwear;
I wou’d marry her without a coat,
Or e’er a plack o’ gear;
For, trull me, when I fawher firit.
She ga’e me fic a wound,
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