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( 3 ) Some of your spare pennies wi' me you will share,

And ye winna send your lassie o’er the hills bare.

He went to his Daughter to give her advice,

Said, If you go with him, I'm sure you’re not wise;

He’s a rude highland fellow, as poor as a crow,

He’s the clan of the Catrines for ought that I know.

But if you go with him I’m sure you’ll go bare,

You shall have nothing that Father or Mother can spare;

Of all I posses, I’ll deprive you for ay,

over the hill, lassie, you do go away.

It’s Father keep what you’re not willing to give,

or fain I’d go with him as sure as I live;

What signifies gold or treasure to me,

When the highland hills is ’tween my love and me.

Now she has gone with him in spite o’ them a’,

Away to a place that her eyes never saw;

he had no sted for to carrv her on,

But still he said, Lassie, think not the road long.

In a warm summer’s evening they came to a glen’

Being wearied with travel, the Lassie sat down;

He said, Get up brave Lassie, and let us step on,

or the sun will go round before we get home.

My feet are all torn, my shoes are all rent,

weary with travel, and just like to faint;

Were it not for the sake of your kind company,

would lye in this desart until that I die.

The day is far spent, and the night coming on,

aside to yon bonny mill-town,