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 3 AND YE SHALL WALK IN SILK ATTIRE. And ye shall walk in silk attire, And siller have to spare. Gin ye’ll consent to be my bride, Nor think on Donald mair. O wha wad buy a silken gown Wi’ a poor broken heart ? Or what’s to me a siller crown, Gin frae my love I part ? And ye shall walk, &c.

I wadna walk in silk attire. Nor braid wi' gems my hair, Gin he whose faith is pledg’d wi’ mine, Were wrang’d, and grieving sair. From infancy he lov’d me still. And still my heart shall prove How wee! it can those vows fulfil, Which first repaid his love. I wadna walk, &c.

I’VE BEEN ROAMING. CHORUS. I’ve been reaming, I’ve been roaming Where the meadow dew is sweet; And I’m coming, and I’m coming With their pearls upon my feet.