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7 THE MILL, MILL O.

Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid,

was sleeping sound and still O;

A' lowin wi' love my fancy did rove,

around her wi’ good will O.

Her bosom I prest but sunk in her rest,

she stirr'd na my joys to spill O,

While kindly she slept close to her I crept,

and kiss'd and kiss'd her my fill O.

Obliged by command in Flander to land,

t’employ my courage and skill O,

Frae her quietly I staw, hoist sails an’ awa,

For the wind blew fair on the billow,

Twa years brought me hame, when loud-raising Fame,

tauld me wi’ a voice right shill O,

My lass like a fool had mounted the stool,

nor kend wha had done her the ill, O.

Mair fond o' her charm wi' my son in her arms,

I ferlying spear'd how she fell, O;

Wi' the tear in her ee quo she, let me die,

sweet air, gin I can tell, O.