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 Will ye gang down the water-ſide,

And ſee the waves ſae ſweetly glide,

Beneath the hazel ſpreading wide,

The ſun it ſhines ſu‘ clearly.— Caw, &c.

I was bred up at nae ſic ſchool,

My ſlepherd lad to play the fool,

And a‘ the day to ſit in dool,

And nae body to ſee me.— Caw the, &c.

Ye ſall get gowns and ribbons meet,

Ca'f-leather ſhoon upon your feet,

And in my arms ye’le lie and ſleep,

And ye ſall be my dearie O.— Caw, &c.

If ye'll but ſtand to what ye've ſaid,

I ſe gang wi‘ you my ſhepherd lad,

And you may row me in your plaid,

And I ſall be your dearie O.— Caw, &c.

While water wimples to the ſea,

While day blinks in the life ſae high,

Till clay-cauld death fall blin' my e'e.

Ye ſall be my dearie O.— Caw the, &c.