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And whare gat ye that young thing, my boy Tam-
my ?
And whare gat ye that young thing, my boy Tam-
my ?
I gat her down in yonder howe,
Smiling on a broomy knowe,
Herding a' wee lamb and ewe, for her poor mammy.
What said ye to that young thing, my boy Tammy ?
What said ye to that young thing, my boy Tammy ?
I prais'd her een sae bonny blue,
Her dimpl'd cheek, and cherry mou' ;
I prie'd it aft, as ye may trow ; she said she'd tell
her mammy.
I held her to my beating breast j " My young,
" my smiling lammyj"
I held her to my beating breast , a My youngs
" my smiling lammy,
u I hae a house, it cost me dear,
" I've walth o' plenishin and gear,
* ; Ye'se get it a\ war't ten times mair, gin ye will
" leave your mammy."
The smile gade aff her bonny face ; <4 1 manna
u leave my mammy ;"
The smile gade aff her bonny face ; u I mannp
6 leave my mammy ;