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 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 possess I’ll deprive you for ay,

If o’er the hills lassie you do go away.

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

For sain I’d go with him as sure as I’d live;

What signifies gold or treasure to me,

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

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

Away to a place that her eyes never saw,

O he had no steed for to carry her on,

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

In a warm summer’s ev’ning they came to a glen,

Being wearied with travel, the lassie sat down;

He said, get up brave lassie, and let us step on,

For the fun will go round before we win home.

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

I’m weary’d with travel, and just like to faint,

Were it not for the sake of your kind company,

I would lye in this desart until that I die.

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

And step you aside to yon bonny mill-town,

And there ask for lodging to thee and to me,

For I would be glad in a barn to be.

The place it is bonny and pleasant indeed,

But the people’s hard-hearted to us that’s in need,

Perhaps they'll not grant us their barn nor byre,

But I’ll go and ask them, as it’s your desire.