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A lassie lives by yonder burn,

That jinks about the seggins;

There aft she gi'es her sheep a turn,

To feed amang the brakens.

Could I believe she'd woo wi' me,

In spite of mam or daddie,

I'd aften slip out owre the lea,

An' row her in my plaidie.