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I'll tak ye to my father's ha',
In yon green fields beside the shaw ;
I'll mak you lady o' them a'.
The brawest wife in Gowrie.
A silken gown o' siller grey.
My mither coft last new-year's day.
And buskit me frae tap to tae.
To keep me out o' Gowrie.
Daft Will, short syne, cam courting Nell,
And wan the lass, but what befel.
Or whare she's gane, she kens hersel.
She staid na lang in Gowrie.
Sic thoughts, dear Katie, ill combine
Wi' beauty rare, and wit like thine ;
Except yoursel, my bonny quean^
I care for nought in Gowrie.
Since first I saw you in the sheal.
To you my heart's been true and leal ;
The darkest night I fear nae de'D,
Warlock, or witch, in GoAvrie.
Saft kisses on her lips I laid.
The blush upon her cheeks soon spread.
She whisper'd modestly, and said,
O Pate, I'll stay in Gowrie !
The auld folks soon gae their consent.
Syne for Mess John they quickly sent,
Wha ty'd them to their heart's content^
And now she's Ladv Gowrie,

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