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How lo'e ye your Maggy, How lo'e ye your Maggy, How lo'e ye your Maggy, And lo'e nane but she?

Heavenly joys before me, Rapture trembling o'er me, Maggy, I adore thee, On my bended knee.

 THEY TOOK ME TO THE HOLY BAND.

—"Clout the Cauldron."

An old fragment.

