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 But tho' he spiers to buckle too I still cry hoot awa, man, First let him to our island lend His aid gainst foes who clamour on, And ere he weds, learn to defend Merry Maggy Cameron.

I marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee, I winna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee; I winna hae the dominie for guid he canna be, But I will hae my Sandy lad, my Sandy o'er the lee. For he's ay a-kissing, kissing, ay a-kissing me, He's ay a-kissing kissing, ay, a-kissing me.

I winna hae the minister for a' his godly looks, Nor yet will I the lawyer hae, for a' his wily crooks; I winna hae the plowman lad, nor yet will I the miller, But I will hae my Sandy lad without a penny siller, For he's ay, &c.

I winna hae the soldier lad for he gangs to the war, I winna hae the sailor lad because he smells o' tar