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 a voyage to your father once more we will go, relieve the old farmer from his trouble & wo.

men and maid servants us to wait upon. away to her father in a chaise they are gone; laddie went foremost, the brave highland lown, they came to the road that leads to the town.

When he came to the gate he gave a loud roar, down gentle farmer, Cathrine’s at your door, Then he look’d out the window, he saw his daughter’s face, his hat in his hand he made a great fraise.

on your hat, farmer, don’t let it fa, it sets not the peacock to bow to the crow, s hold your tongue, Sawny, and do not taunt me, my daughter’s not worthy your bride for to be.

he held his bridle-reins till he came down, nd then he convey’d them to a fine room: With the finest of spirits they drank a fine toss. nd the son and the father drank both in one glass.



 I can't for I'm in haste.

cross the fields the other morn, I tripp’d so blithe and gay, The squire with his dog and gun By chance came by that way.