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* It was then your Mary, she's frae Castle Cary ;
* It was then your true-love I met by the tree.
c Proud as her heart is, and modest her nature,
6 Sweet were the kisses that she gae to me. 1
Sair gloomM his dark brow, blood-red his cheek
grew,
Wild flashM the fire frae his red-rolling ee :
Ci Ye'se rue sair this morning, your boasting and
" scorning ;
v Defend, ye fause traitor, for loudly ye lie !"
fi Awa wi* beguiling," then cried the youth, smiling:
Aff gade the bonnet, the lint-white locks flee ;
The belted plaid fa'ing, her white bosom shawing^
Fair stood the lovM maid wi' the dark-rolling ee.
" Is it my wee thing ? is it mine ain thing ?
" Is it my true-love here that I see ?"
£ O Jamie, forgie me ! your heart's constant to me :•
* Til never mair wander, my true-love, frae thee^
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