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 And kiss'd and clap’d her there fu’lang, My words they' were na monie feck.

I said, lassie will ye gang To the Highland hills, some Earse. to learn? And I'd gie thee baith cow and ewe, When ye come to the brig of Earn. At Leith auld meal comes in, ne’er fash, And herrings at the Broornielaw; Cheer up your heart, my bonny lass, Theres gear to win'we never saw.

A' day when we hae wrought enough When winter frosts and snaws begin, Soon as the sun gaes west the loch. At bight when ye sit down to spin, I'll screw my pipes and play a spring; And thus thus weary night we’ll end, Till the tender kid and lamb-time bring Our pleasant simmer back again.

Syne when 'be trees are in then-bloom, And gowans glent o'er ilka field, I’ll meet my lass amang the broom, And lead her to my simmer bield. There, far frae a their scornfu’ din, That mak me kindly heart their sport, We'll laugh, and kiss, and dance, and sing, And gar the langest day seem short.