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Bonnie May;
Then one of them faid unto her,
Bonnie lafsie, fhew me the way,
O if 1 do fae it may breed me wac,
For langer I dare na ftay.
It fell upon another fair evening,
The bonnie lafs was milking her leys
And by came the troop of gentlemen,
And rode the bonnie lafsie by.
-But dark and mifty was the night , Then one of them ftopt, and faid to he
â– Before the bonnie lafs came hame; Wha's aught that baby ye are wi'? \
Now where hae you been, my ae doughteri The lafsie began for to b!ufh,and thi
fam. fure you was na your latit* . To a father as gude as ye.
O, father, a tod has come o'er your lamb, O had jour tongue, my bonnie May,
A gentleman of high degree, Sae loud's I hear }on lie;
And ay whan he fpake he lifted his hat, O dinnae you mind the mifty night
And bonnie, bonnie blin kit his ee. I was in the Ought with thee.
But when twenty weeks were paft & gane, Now he's come aif his milk-white ffee<
O twenty weeks and three, And he has taen her hame:
The' Isafsie began to grow pale and wan, Now let your father bring hame the kj
And think lang for his blinkin ee. You ne'er rcair fhail ca' them agen
O wae be to my fathers herd, He was the laird of Auchehtrone,
Art ill death may he die; With fifty ploughs and three,
Ke bigged the bughts fae far frae hame, And he has gotten the bonnieft lafs
And wadna bide wi me. ^^ In a' the fouth countrie.

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