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 Both ruſtles and ribbons, and all ſhall go free,

When once ſhe is in the North Highlands with me:

And a broad down-bed to my Annie I’ll gi’e,

When once ſhe is in the North Highlands with me.

The night it is cold, and inclining to froſt,

Drymenus and Marſhal they ſaddled their horſe;

They ſaddled their horſe, and they rode after me,

but we lodg’d in a valley where they could not ſee.





HERE was a jovial beggar, he had a wooden leg;

Was lame from his cradle, and forced for to beg:

And a-begging we will go,

we’ll go, we’ll go, we’ll go.

An’ a-begging we will go.

A bag for my oat-meal, another for my rye;

A little bottle by my ſide, to drink when I am dry.

And a-begging, &c.

A bag for my beef, and another for my ſalt;

A little pair of crutches, to ſhow how I can halt.

And a-begging, &c.

A bag for my bread, and another for my cheeſe;

A little dog to follow me, and gather what I loſe.

And a-begging, &c.

ſeven years I ſerved my good old Maſter Wind;

And ſeven years I begged, when I was but a child.

And a-begging, &c.