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THE MILL, MILL O,
[The original, or at least a song evidently prior to this one of
Ramsay's, is still extant. It begins, —
" The mUl, mill O, and the kill, kill O,
And the coggin o' Peggy's wheel O," &.c
Burns.]
Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid.
Was sleeping sound and still O ;
A' lowan wi' love, my fancy did rove
Aromid her wi' good will O :
Her bosom I prest ; but sunk in her rest.
She stirr'd na my joy to spill O :
While kindly she slept, close to her I crept.
And kiss'd, and kiss'd her my fill O.
Oblig'd by command in Flanders to land,
T' employ my courage and skill O,
Frae her quietly I staw, hoist sails and awa.
For the wind blew fair on the bill O.
Twa years brought me hame, where loud-fraising fame
Tald me with a voice right shrill O;,
My lass, like a fool, had mounted the stool.
Nor kend wha had done her the ill O.
Mair fond of her charms, with my son in her arms,
I ferlying speir'd how she fell O.
Wi* the tear in her eye, quoth she. Let me die.
Sweet sir, gin I can tell O.
iiove gave the command, I took her by the hand,
And bade a' her fears expel O,
And nae mair look wan, for I was the man
Wha had done her the deed mysel O.