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 You need not forake your bibles and book,
 * nor yet need you your prebetry;

A man that proves fale to his own religion,
 * I’m ure he can never prove true to me.

I will go to Lochaber my love,
 * and there will weem from bank to brae,

All with my irt about my neck,
 * Sarch, my dear, to marry with thee.

O do not venture, dear John, e aid,
 * don’t venture your life o far from me;

For I will forake my friends & acquaintance,
 * and Johnny my dear, I’ll marry with thee.

This loving couple join’d hand in hand,
 * in wedlock’s bands, as you may ee;

She proves a true and virtuous wife;
 * and an Iri girl for ever was e.

HERE was a bridal in this town.
 * And till't the laes a’ was boun’,

With mankie facings on their gown,
 * and ome of them had brea-knots.


 * O the bonny, O the bonny,
 * O the bonny brea-knots!
 * Tight and bonny were they a’,
 * when they got on their brea-knots.


 * And there was mony luy lad.

As ever handled grape and goad; I wat their manhood well they ow'd,
 * at ruing the brea-knots.
 * O the bonny, &c.