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 When dangers flash around your head,

I'll cry to heaven to save;

And if you’re wounded in the fight,

My earecare [sic] will cheat the grave."

"That never eouldcould [sic] be, my darling wife—

But I'll not tarry long,

For numerous are our Scottish bands,

Their hearts are brave and strong.

And soon we’ll drive the English loons

Across the border side,

And I'll bring fouth of Southern spoil

To deck my lovely bride."

"I earecare [sic] no' for pearls, jewels, nor gold,

Nor robes of silken sheen,

I'd rather have you, my Leslie, safe,

Than the splendours of a queen."

Lord Leslie kissed her lips and eheekscheeks [sic],

As pale as the lily flower;

Then bade her maidens bear her in,

And tend her well in her bower.

But wheuwhen [sic] he rode from his castle door

At the head of his warlike band,

His Mary Hay was the saddest wife

In all the SeottishScottish [sic] land.

Our SeottishScottish [sic] king his warlike bands

Led forth in gallant order,

And drove the Southern loons, like sheep,

Over the English border.

Then boldly marched on Southern soil

To pay them ill for ill,

And drove the beeves from off their fields,

And the sheep from off the hill.

And when he’d paid the knavish loons

A penny for their plaekplack [sic],

He led his troops with little loss

And miekle plunder back.

And feasted at the SeottishScottish [sic] court

For thirty days and three,

The noble lords who in the war

Had borne him company.