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O David I’ll you a secret if you will keep it close in you breast

I would not for Eisdon parish, it came to the ears of the rest.

I lay you bet or a wager, a groat to your twopence I’ll lay,

You cannot guess who I’m in love, if you keep off sweet Sally Gray.

There’s many comes in to the nation, but few with my Sally can match,

There’s many comes to her a wooing, and O but it makes right vex’d.

For Sally sits spinning, and singing of her Jamie all the whole day,

And I myself keep by the hay stack, and fain would would see sweet Sally Gray.

She’s sixteen last Monday, and I am the very same age,

And O for a kiss of my Sally, I’d freely give half a year’s wage.

When I look to the bonny black mountain, and o’er the hills far away,

There’s not such a place in the nation, for there lives sweet Sally Gray.

If you’d been at the kirk tha last Sunday, you would not have minded the text,

She sat beside Tam in the louing, and O but I was e’en right vex’d,