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 7 And rush on those desperate men: Like a lion I'll fight; That my spear, now so bright. May soon turn to a ploughshare again

LAY THY LOOF IN MINE LASS

O Lay thy loof in mine Iass in mine lass, in mine lass, And sweat on thy white band Law, That thou wilt be my ain. A slave to love s unbounded sway, He aft has wrought me meikle wae. But now he is my deadly fae Unless thou he mine ain. O lav the loof in mine Lass, in mine Lass in mine Lass, &c.

There’s monie a Lass has broke my rest, ' That for a blind I have lo’ed best; But thou art Queen within my breast, For ever to remain.

O lay thy loof in mine Lass, lu mine Lass in mine Lass, And swear on thy white hand, Lass, That thou wilt be my ain.