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4 And streaked down my curing locks,
 * says Buchan laddie come your wa.

Once my heart was free from love,
 * till annie catch'd me in the snare,

She false lass proved cruel to me,
 * set me a roving ever mair.

When I did think within myself
 * if my parents would but look on me,

And comes and take me from the framed,
 * a better bairn I would be,

I was sore abused and badly used
 * and grieved were they to see the same,

They came and took me from the fratn'd,
 * and put me to the school again.

But wo be to my backward heart,
 * for it would never then obey,

For day and night and ear and late,
 * my fancy led me far astray.

To idle jaunts and merry rants,
 * and drunkness I was half a slave,

My friends they were all wroth at me,
 * and the country bade me misbehave.