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9 No one shall have wine, While I can weild goose iron; My valour's superfine, And d-me, like a lion I'll fight for my beautiful maid

Ettrich Banks.

ON Ertrick banks, on a summer's night, At gloaming, when the sleep drave hame, I met my lassie. braw braw and right, Come wading barefoot a' ler lane. My heart grew light: I ran and flang My arms about her lily neck. And kiss'd and clape her there fu' lang, My words they were na mouie feck

I said, My lassie. will ye gang, To the Highland hills the Earse to learn? I'll gie thee baith a cow and ewe, When ye come to the brig o' Earn. At Leith comes in baith meal and beef, And herrings at the Broomielaw; Cheer up your heart, my bonnie lass, The gear's to won we never saw.

A' day when we hae wrought enough, When winter trosts and snaw begin, Soon as the sun gaes west the loch, At night when ye sit down to spin. I'll screw my pipes and play a spring; And thus the weary night will end, Till the tender kid and lamb time bring Our pleasant summer back again.