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4 Then she bade me no farther roam,
 * meaning my wedlock fairly,

So keep your purse for spouse at home,
 * some other will buy my barley.

Then I found myself disappointed,
 * the maid she left me fairly,

My words knocked all things out of joint,
 * I lost both maid and barley.

As I was riding down yon slope,
 * some two or three hours after,

There I chanced to meet again
 * the farmer's bonny daughter.

Altho’ it was both raw and cold,
 * I long’d to hold a parley,

Once more to shew my purse of gold
 * when she had sold her barley.

Love said I pray do not frown,
 * but let us exchange embraces;

I’ll buy thee a silken gown,
 * with ribbons, gloves and laces.

A ring and breast-pin muff and fan,
 * no body shall have neater;

As I am an honest man,
 * I ne’er saw a sweeter creature.