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( 8 ) 25. Upon the hill of Auchinclech,

He gaſps an’ glours, and with a pech,

Says look, the road leads thro’ the laigh,

So I’ll try for hame;

Auchronie ye can ſee now,

The bride ſays, can this be now,

With that ſhe’s like to flee now,

I wat ſhe was na lame.

26. She ſhortly chaps at her ain door,

The bridegroom teits through a boar,

And though he was near four ſcore,

Lap like a ſpaining lamb;

With that he gae a gully,

I see twa angels holy,

Or elſe, without a’ folly.

It is my ain dear lamb.

27. He gae the door a haſty rug,

The bride ſhe then crept in right ſnug,

He kiſs’d her ſyne frae lug to lug,

And bad her welcome in;

He says, Now ſirs be cheary,

The night’s nae mair dreary,

I’ll kiſs till I be weary,

And lie nae mair my leen.

28. He figges, laughs, and loups like d

And ſays, the mill’s near on the ſhaft,

O for the Parſon up the craft,

We think he’s at Moſs-side,

Then out ſpeaks Jamie Carnie,

I think the night ſome ſtarnie,

They’re blinking o’er the barnie,

I'll rin an’ winna bide.