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( 3 ) Wi’ alter’d voice, quoth I, Sweet Las, &emsp;weet as yon hawthorn bloffom; O! happy, happy may he be, &emsp;that’s welcome to thy boom; My pure is light, I’ve far to gang, &emsp;and ain wad be a lodger; I've ery’d my King and Country lang, &emsp;tak pity on a odger.

Sae witfully he gaz’d on me, &emsp;and lovelier was than ever; Quoth he, A lodger once I lov’d, &emsp;forget him will I never; Our humble cot, and homely fare, &emsp;ye freely halt partake it. That gallant badge, the dear cockade, &emsp;ye’re welcome for the take o’t.

She gaz’d—he redden’d like a roe &emsp;fine pale like ony lily, She ank within my arms and cr’d, &emsp;art thou my ain dear Willie?— By him that made yon fun and ky! &emsp;by whom true love’s regarded, I am the man—and thus may till, &emsp;true lovers be rewarded.

The wars are o’er and I’m come hame, &emsp;and find thee till true hearted; Tho’ poor in gear, we’re rich in love, &emsp;and mair we'e ne’er be parted. Quoth he. My Grandure left me gowd, &emsp;a mailin plenih'd fairly;