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128 SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
JENNY.
haud awa', hand awa',
Hand awa' frae me, Donald ;
Your heart is made o'er large for ane,
It is not meet for me, Donald.
Some fickle mistress you may find,
Will jilt as fast as thee, Donald ;
To ilka swain she will prove kind,
And nae less kind to thee, Donald.
[0] now for ever haud awa',
Haud awa' frae me, Donald ;
Gae seek a heart that's like your ain,
And come nae mair to me, Donald.
For I '11 reserve mysel for ane,
For ane that 's liker me, Donald ;
If sic a ane I canna find,
I '11 ne'er lo'e man nor thee, Donald !
DONALD.
Then, I 'm thy man, and false report
Has only tauld a lie, Jenny ;
To try thy truth and make us sport,
The tale was raised hy me, Jenny.
JENNY.
When ye prove this, and still can love,
Then come awa' wi' me, Donald ;
1 'in weel content ne'er to repent
That I hae smiled on thee, Donald.
Another and still more recent song to this tune (published
in Eitson's Collection, 1794) is in a comic vein, exhibiting
some of the peculiarities of the Scottish mountaineer when he
descends to the Lowlands and attempts to enunciate himself
in Anglo-Saxon.

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