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But oh ! me is as faufe as fair,
Which caufes a' my fighs and care j
But me triumphs in proud difdain,
And takes a pleafure in my pain.
And its o'er the hills, &c.
Hard was my hap, to fa' in love
With ane that does fae faithlefs prove.
Hard was my fate to court a maid,
That has my conflant heart betray'd>
A thoufand times to me fne fware,
She wad be true for evermair ;
But, to my grief, a lake, I fay,
She flaw my heart and ran away,
And it's o'er the hills , &c.
Since that me will nae pity take,
I maun gae wander for her fake,
And, in ilk wood and gfoomy grove 9
I'll fighing ling, Adieu to love,
Since me is faufe whom I adore,
I'll never trull a woman more ;
Frae a' their charms I'll flee awty,
And on my pipe I'll fweetly play,
O'er hills and dales and far a-iv.zy,
Out o'er the hills and far away,
Out o'er the hills and far away,
*The <wind has blanvn my plaid away.
Jenny Nettles..
SAW ye Jenny Nettles, ■
Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles,
Saw ye Jenny Nettles,
Coming frae the market ;
Bag and baggage on her back, .
Her fee and bountith in her lap ;
Bag and baggage on her back 9
And a babie in her oxtex.
I 5 I met

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