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As Jamie Gay gang’d blyth his way,

along the river Tweed,

A bonny lafs, as e’er was Teen,

came tripping o’er the wead:

The hearty wain, untaught to feign,

the buxom nymph urvey’d,

And full of glee, as lad could be,

bep ke the pretty maid:

Dear I ffie tell why by thyfell

thou hat’ly wand’ret here?

My ewes, he cry’d, are traying wide,

cant tell me, laddie, where?

To town I’ll hie, he made reply,

ome mekle port to ee;

But thou’rt o weet, o trim and neat.

I’ll eek the ewes with thee.

She ga’m her hnd, n'r made a tand,

but lik’d the youth’s intent:

O’er hill and dale, o’er plain and vale,

right merrily they went.

The birds ang weet, the pair to greet,

and flowers bloom’d around!