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 To be a faithfull lover,

O who can o'ev deny,

For love gives purer pleasure,

Then all beneath the sky,

When love is in the bosom

That heart can ne'er be sad,

Than I'll wander wi' the ladie,

That wears the Crook and Plaid.

and sae weel, &c.

He pu'd the bonny heather Bells,

He pu'd the lily meek;

Call the lily like my bosom,

The heather like my cheek,

And he promised wi' a faithfull vow,

To make me his Bride.

Then through life I'll love the ladie.

That wears the Crook and Plaid.

and sae weel, &c.





TARRY WOO IS ILL TO SPIN.

Tarry woo, tarry woo,

Tarry woo is ill to spin,

Card it well, card it well,

Card it well e'er ye begin.