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 (6) THE AYRSHIRE LADDIE.

My Jamie is & bonnie lad, he often eomes a cutting: O; The fight of him ave maks me glad, feu bat. Oh. when we were ſporting, O! My lonping breaſt in his le preſs'd, he row'd me in his plaidy: O; He hold me there till I conſetss'd: I dearly lor'd the laddie. O. He ſays, ! kill'd him with my eca, bis raleisever read out ware En He ſwearſ by all the fears uboon that Neli fliall be bis iady. O. Every 'as is thrang engagidin wi' ſome weel-ſaur d callen, O; Dly negabhur Jess und Jean are pledgd, to marry Rab-grid Alan, The Englas are fond of Jolm, the 'rish made for Paddy, O; Jamie, give me, or give me nore, My bonny Ayrſhire laddie, O. Once I croſs-d the raging ka, from Leith o'er to Kirkcaldy o;, bet But ne'er a lad yet catch'd my ee, like my dear Ayrſhire laddie. O. At gloamin' lie went down yeſtreen, to aſk my main and daddy, O; And their conſent wes freely gi'en, they knew my dad was ready, O.