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S I went over yon meadow,

and in by yon little house end,

I stood and I listen’d with pleasure,

while Jenny was singing this song.

It was not my father’s good will,

nor yet with my mother’s desire,

That ever I fil’d my fingers,

with the mucking of Geordie’s byre.

Though the roads were never so dirty,

and the day was never so foul,

I wad trudge to the midden with Geordie,

I lov’d it far better than school.

When done, and our feet we had dighted,

we merrily ranted and sang,

And thro’ the bull’s buists like young kinnings,

where oft-times I struggled and flang.

There into the hay-nouk he caught me,

where oft he has cock’d on my wame,

I laught and was pleas’d with his actions,

but now they’re discover’d with shame.

My brother he calls me a jade,

because Geordie with me was so free,

My sister she says I’m hood-winked,

because he’s below my degree.