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3 WOMAN. Kind Sir your case and wealth my age can never answer, I am sixteen years of age Sir and scarce that yet either, Deceitful men I'm told of right often by my mother, Yet I like to hear you telling of the Braes o' Bo- whither.

MAN. O Bowhither Braes are mine love if once I had thee thither P'll crown thee with delight, I'll be crown'd with earthly pleasure, My arm shall shield you there my love and i'll be thy comforter, Down among the birk so green on the Braes o' Bowhither. WOMAN. Your person and your look Sir likewise your breed and manners approve you of your love though I fancy soon may alter, Neither can I mary one that is an entire stranger, Chough you're laird of all the hills the hombs and Braes O' Bowhither,