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 Do not dream of sic stories, but come up behind me,

Ere Phoebus go round my Sweet beide thou shalt be,

This night in my arms I'll daut you sae kindly,

She smiled and consented, I took her wi me.

Now years hae gane round since we hae busked together

And seasons hae changed, but nae changes wi me

She's always as gay as the fine summer weather

When the sun's at his height on the hills of Glenshee.

To meet wi' my Jeanie away I would venture,

She's sweet as the echo that rings o er the lee

She's spotless and pure as the robes in the winter

When laid out to bleach on the hills of Glenshee

 

I LOOD NE'ER A LADDIE BUT ANE.

Tune—My lodging is on the cold ground.

I loo'd ne'er a laddie but ane,

He loo'd ne'er a lassie but me;

He's willing to mak me his ain,

And his ain I'm willing to be

He has cost me a rokelay o' blue,

And a pair o'mittens o' greeny

The price was a kiss o' my mou,

And I paid him the debt yestreen.