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I'm sittin' on your knee, Willie, For the last time in my life— A puir heart-broken thing, Willie, A mither, yet nae wife. Ay, press your hand upon my heart, And press it mair and mair— Or it will burst the silken twine Sae sträng is its despair!

Oh wae's me for the hour, Willie, When we thegither met— Oh wae's me for the time, Willie That our first tryst was set! Oh wae's me for the loanin' green Where we were wont to gae— And wae's me for the destinie, That gart me luve thee sae!

Oh! dinna mind my words, Willie, I downa seek to blame— But oh! it's hard to live, Willie, And dree a warld's shame! Het tears are hailin' ower your cheek, And hailin' ower your chin;