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On his grey yad as he did rids^,
Wi' durk and pistol by his side^
He prick'd her on wi' raeikie pride^
Wi' meikle mirth and glee,
Out owre yon moss, out owre yoo muij ,
Till he cam to her daddy's door^
With a fal, &c.
{judeman, quo' he, be ye within ?
I'm come your doughter's love to win ;
I carena for making meikle din ;
What answer gie ye me ?
Now, woo'r, quo' he, gif ye'U come in ?
Ye^s get my doughter's love to win,
With a fal, &c.
Now, wooer, sin' ye are lighted down,
Whare do ye won, or hi what town I
I think my doughter winna gloom
On sic a lad as ye.
The wooer he stept up the house,
And wow but he was wond'rous crouse.
With a fal, &c.
1 hae three owscn in a pleugb^
Twa gude gaun yads, and gear eneugh ;
The place they ca' it Cadeneugh ;
I scorn to tell a lice

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