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Rh With a braw ſnood around brow,

coats kilted to her knee

O ſhe was linking o’er the broom

for to meet with me.

For to meet. &c.

I took my true love in my arms,

ſo merry was my heart:

I ſaid, My life my lovely jewel,

my dear we’ll never part;

I ſaid, My dear; we’ll never part

until the day we die.

And ſince we’re down among the broom,

merry ſhall we be.

Merry. &c.

Hold off your hand young man, ſhe ſaid,

for it muſt not be ſo:

For little does my father,

Or yet my mother know;

For they will wonder in their mind;

what has become of me;

For they little think I’m in the broom,

talking with thee. Talking, &c.

My dady he’s a canker’d carle,

he’ll nae twiſt with his gear;

My minny ſhe’s a ſcolding wife,

hads a’ the houſe in ſteer; Rh