Page:Easy John.pdf/4

4 Obliged by Command in Flander to land, t'employ my courage and skill, O, Frae her quietly I stay, hoist sails an' wa, for the wind blew fair on the billow, Twa year brought me hame where loud-raising Fame, tauld me wi'a voice right shill, o My lass like a fool, had mounted the stool. nor kend who had done her the ill O.

Mair food o' her charms w' my son in her arms, I ferly spearing how she fell. O Wi' the tear in her en quo' she let me die, sweet sir. gin I can tell o. But love gave commend I took her by the hand, and made' bet fears dispel, o, And nae air look vain for I was the man, who had done her the mysel, O. My bonny sweet lass on the gowany grass, beneath the shilling bill, II did offence. I'se mak ye amenda, before I leave Peggy millo. O,

O the mill mill O, and the kill kill O, and the coggin o' the wheel. O, The sake and sieve, a' that ye maun leave, and round wi' sodger real O.