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 5 And down ayont the ingle he sat, My daughter's shoulders he ’gan to clap, ’And cadgily ranted and sang.

O vow, quoth he, were I as free, As first when I saw this countrie, How blythe and merry wad I be, And I never wad think lang, He gree canty, and she grew fain ; But little did her auld minny ken What thir slee twa together were saying, When wooing they were thrang

And O, quo’ he, an' ye were as black As e'er the crown o' my daddys hat, 'Tis wad lay thqe by my back And awa wi' me thou should gang An O, quo she, an I were as white As e'er the snaw lav on the dyke. I'd clead me braw and lady like. And awa wi' thee I would gang.

Between the twa was made a plot, They raise a wee,before the cock, And wilily they shot the lock, And fast to the bent are they gane Up in the morning the auld wife raise.