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3 He’s ta’en her in his arms twa,

And kist her cheek and chin;

“I wad gi’e a’ my flocks and herds

Ae smille frae thee to win!”

“A smile frae me ye’se never win;

I’ll ne’er look kind on thee;

Ye’ve stown me awa’ frae a’ my kin’,

Frae a’ that’s dear to me.

“Dundee, kind sir, Dundee, kind sir,

Tak’ me to bonnie Dundee;

For ye sail ne’er my favour win

Till it ance mair I see.”

“Dundee, Baby! Dundee, Baby!

Dundee ye ne’er shall see;

But I will carry you to Glenlyon,

Where you my bride shall be.

“Or will you stay at Auchingour,

And eat sweet milk and cheese;

Or gang wi’ me to Glenlyon,

And there we’ll live at our ease?”

“I winna stay at Auchingour;

I care neither for milk nor cheese;

Nor gang wi’ thee to Glenlyon;

For there I’ll ne’er find ease?”

Then out it spak’ his brother John,—

“If I were in your place,

I’d send that lady hame again,

For a’ her bonnie face.