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 I'd clap him to this faithfu' breat,

and row him in my tartan plaidie.

O'er the muir, &c.

I'd clap him to this faithfu' breat,

and row him in my tartan plaidie.

Johny heard her waefu' 'plaint,

like light'ning flew acros the Balloch,

Crying, tak me to thy faithfu' arms,

thou leelet las in Aldivalloch.

O'er the muir, &c.

Johny met wi' Roy's wife,

and they gaed o'er the muir the gither.

E are three jolly Colliers,

that mind the collier way;

Our hips they are well fitted out

from the hore to the Britih ea;

We hew our coals and drive them,

we'll make all the rocks to roar,

The eas are daily craving, craving,

what can Colliers e'er do more.

My name is Captain Blanden,

my love weet Molly Frow,

To be your undertaker;

each morning to wait on you,

Upon my lovely Molly,

who is heart's delight;