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a green shade I fand a fair maid,

Was sleeping sound and still, O;

A' lowan her wi’ love, my fancy did love

Around her wi' good will, O.

Her bosom I prest, but sunk in her rest,

She stirr'd na my joy to spill, O;

While kindly she slept, close to her I crept

And kiss’d, and kiss’d her my fill, O.

Oblig'd by command in Flanders to land,

T’ employ my courage and skill, O,

Frae her quietly I staw, hoist sails and awa

For the wind blew fair on the billow.

Twa years brought me hame, whar loud-fing Fame

Tauld me, wi' a voice right shrill; 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

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

And bade a' her fears dispel, O,