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7 Thou'll sleep 'twixt Donald and the wa', On bed o' bent sa rare, lassie. Wilt thou go &c.

When simmer days bleed a' the braes, Wi' blossom'd broom an fine lassie, At milking l we j in the reel, My fl cks shall a' be ne lassie. Wilt thou go &c.

I'll hun; the rae, the hart, the doe, The armiga sae shy lassie; For luck and drake I'll beat the brake Nae want shall thee come nigh lassie, Wilt thou go &c.

For trout and p r wi' canny care, I'll wy skim the flee lassie, Wi' sic like cheer I'll ea my dear, Then come awa wi' me lassie.

"Yes I'll go my bonny laddie, Yes I'll go, my braw laddie, I'll kilt my coats, and tend the goats, On the braes abo Bonaw, laddie.

Gin thou'll provs true, thou's never ru The love thou bear'st for the, laddie,