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To me (he ever will be dear,
Tho' fhe's for ever left her Johnnie.
Roys Wife, &c.
But Roy is aulder thrice than me,
Perhaps his days will no be mony,
Syne when the carl is dead and gane,
She then may turn her thoughts on Johnnie.
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ETTRICK BANKS.
N Ettrick Banks, in a Summer's night p
At gloming when the fheep qrave hame,
I met my laffie braw and tight,
Come wading barefoot a' her lane i
My heart grew light* I ran, I Hang,
My arms about her lily neck,
And kifs'd and clapt her there fou Jang,
My words they were na mony fecki
I faid, my laffie, will ye go,
To the Highland hills, the Erfe to learn !
I'll baith gi' thee a cow and ewe,
When we come to the brig of Earn,
At Leith auld meal comes in, ne'er faih,
An herrings at the Broomy-Law,
Cheer up your heart, my bonny lafs,
There's gear to win we never faw.
Ail day when we have wrought enough,
When Winter froils, and fnaw begin j
Soon as the fun goes waft the loch,
At night when ye fi| down to fpin,