Page:Lord Duncan's victory over the Dutch fleet.pdf/8

                              3

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

for the wind blew fair ou the billow.

Twa yeara brought me hame, whar loud-sraising

Fame

tauld me wi‘ a voice right fhill, O,

My lass, like a fool, had mounted the stool,

nor kend wha had done her the ill, O.

Mair fond o‘ her charms wi‘ my son in her arms,

I ferlying spier d how she fell, O ;

Wi the tear in her ee quo she, Let me die,

sweet sir, gin I can tell, O.

But love gave command, I took her by the hand,

and bade a‘ her fears dispel, O,

And nae mair look wan, for I was the man

wha had done her the deed mysel, O.

My bonny sweet lass, on the gowany grass,

beneath the shilling hill, O

If I did offence, I‘se mak ye amends,

before I leave Peggy s mill, O.

O the mill mill O, and the kill kill O,

and the coggin o‘ the wheel, O,

The sack and the sieve, a‘ that ye maun leave,

and round wi‘ a sodger reel, O.

FINIS.