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Beneath a green made, a lovely young fwain
Blyth, Myth, blyth was ihe
Bulk ye, bulk ye, my bony bony bride
But are ye lure the news is true ?
By Pinky houfe oft let me walk.
Care, away go thou from me
Carl, an the king come
Clavers and his high'andmen
Coming through the broom at e'en
Cope lent a challenge from Dunbar
Did ever fwain a nymph adore
Down in yon meadow a couple did tarrie
Duncan's coming, Donald's coming
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and ftrong
For ever, Fortune ! wilt thou prove
For the lack of gold (lie's left me, O
From anxious zeal and factious ftrife
Fy let us all to the briddel
Get up, guide wyfe, don on your claife
Gil Morrice was an erles fon
Gilderoy was a bonny boy
Go, plaintive founds, and to the fair
Good morrow, fair miftrefs, the beginner of
Hatkcn, and I will tell you how
Hear me, ye nymphs, and every fwain
Here awa', there awa', here awa' Willie
Here's a health to all brave Englilh lads
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