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 8 Alass! we now must sever, O, Helen to thy vows be true; My heart is thine for ever, One fond embrace, m shen Adieu. O Helen &c.

Will ye go to the ewe bughts Will ye go to the ewe bughts, Marion, and wear in the slicer wi' ine? The sun shines sweet, my Marion, but nae half so sweet as thee. O Marion's a' bonnie lass, and the blythe blink's in her e'e; And fain wad I marry Marion, gin Marion wad marry me. There's goud in your garters, Marion, and silk on your white hause bang; Fu' fain wad I kiss my Marion, at e'en when I come hame. I've nine milk ewes, my Marion, a cow and a brawny quey: I'll gi'e them a' to Marion, just on her bridal day, And ye'se get a greensey apron' and waistcoat of london brown, And vow but ye will be vap'ring, when'er ye gang to the town. I'm young and stout, my Marion, nane dances like me on the green; And gin ye forsake me, Marion, I'll e'en draw up wi' Jean.