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4 And she has ta'en a long journey,
 * for seven lang years and mair my dear,
 * for seven lang years and mair.

Sometimes she rade sometimes she gaed,
 * sometimes sat down to mourn.

And it was aye the o'ercome o' her tale,
 * shall I e'er see my bonny laddie come,
 * shall I e'er see my bonny laddie come ?

The trooper turned himself round about,
 * all on the Irish shore;

He has gi'en the bridle reins a shake,
 * saying adieu for evermore, my dear,
 * saying adieu for evermore.

HER BLUE ROLLIN' E'E.

My lassie is lovely at May-dew adorning,
 * Wi' gowans and primroses ilka green lea,

Tho' sweet is the violet new blown in the morning,
 * As tender and sweet is her blue rollin' ee.

O say what is whiter than snow on the mountain,
 * Or what wi' the red rose in beauty can vie?

Yes whiter her bosom than snow on the mountain,
 * And bonny her face as the red rose can be?