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 With my mouth at the bung-hole,

I quickly would consume it,

And live for ever boys,

by the strength of the hogshead.

Was the ocean made of brandy,

and I was put into it,

I would drink the sea dry,

but I would go through it ;

For I never would retire,

nor flinch from the ocean,

I would drink the sea dry, boys,

so great is my motion.

Dream’d a dream last night;

God keep us free from sorrow;

I dream’d I pu'd the birks sae green,

wi' my true love on Yarrow.

I’ll read your dream my sister dear,

I’ll tell you a' your sorrow;

You pu’d the birks wi' your true love,

he's kill'd, he's kill'd on Yarrow.

O gentle wind that blaweth fouth,

to where my love repaireth,

Convey a kiss from his dear mouth,

and tell me how he fareth!

But o’er yon glen run armed men,

have wrought me dole and sorrow.

They've slain, they’ve slain the comliest swain,

he bleeding lies in Yarrow.