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 For don’t you remember when at school with thee,

I was hated by all the rest loved by thee.

How oft have I fed on your bread and your cheese,

Likewise when you had but a handful of pease,

Your cruel harted father hound at me his dogs,

They tore all my bare heels and riv’d all my rags.

If this be you Sandy how happy am I,

If this be you Sandy I am glad you to see,

When all the rest went to bed sleep was frae me,

For thinking on you Sandy what was become of thee.

My parents were born long before me,

Perhaps by this time they are drown’d in the sea,

These lands a possessions they left them to me,

And I came for you jewel to share them with thee.

In love we began and in love we will end,

And a voyage to your father once more we will go,

With men and maid servants us to wait upon,

And away to her father’s in a chaise they are gone.

The laddie went formost, the brave highland clown,

Till he came to the road that leads to the town,

When he came to the gate he gave a loud roar,

Come down gentle farmer Catherine’s at your door.

When he look’d out at the window and saw his daughter’s face,