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 He courted her for seven long years,

All for to gain her favour,

But there came a lad out of Edinburgh town,

And he swore that he would have her.

Wilt thou go along with me,

Wilt thou go my honey?

And wilt thou go alongst with me,

And leave your own dear Johnnie?

Yes, I'll go along with you,

And along with you I'll ride O,

Yes, I'll go along with you,

Altho' I'm the brewer's bride O.

The brewer he came home at e'en.

Enquiring for his honey,

Her father he made this reply,

I never seen her since Monday.

Be it not or be it so,

Little it does grieve me,

I'm a young man free as you may see,

And a small thing will relieve me.

There is as good fish in the sea,

As ever yet was taken,

I'll cast my net once o'er again,

Altho' I am forsaken.

She's rambled up, she's rambled down,

She's rambled through Kirkaldy,

And many's the time she's rued the day

She forsaked her brewer laddie.