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Rh Beneath the hazels ſpreading wide, The moon it ſhines fu’ clearly. Ca’ the ewes, &c.

I was bred up at nae ſic ſchool, My ſhepherd lad, to play the fool; And a’ the day to ſit in dool, And nae body to ſee me. Ca’ the ewes, &c.

Ye ſhall get gowns and ribbons meet, Cauf leather ſhoon upon your feet; And in my arms ye’se lie and ſleep, And ye ſhall be my dearie. Ca’ the ewes, &c.

If ye’ll but ſtand to what ye’ve ſaid, I’se gang wi’ you, my ſhepherd lad; And ye may row me in your plaid, And I ſhall be your dearie. Ca’ the ewes, &c.

While waters wimple to the ſea, While day blinks in the lift ſae hie; Till cauld death ſhall blin’ my ee, Ye ſhall be my dearie. Ca’ the ewes, &c.