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on the month of May, jo,

When Jockey first I spy‘d,

He look‘d as fair as day too,

Gud gin I‘d been his bride:

With cole black eyne, and milk-white hand,

Ise ne'er yet saw the like,

I wish I had gin aw my land,

Ise ne'er had seen the dike.

He fix'd his eyne upon me,

With aw the signs of love,

Ise thought they would gang thro‘ me,

So fiercely they did move.

He tuk me in his eager arms,

Ise made but faint denials,

Ise then, alas, found aw his charms,

Woe worth such fatal tryals.

The bonny lad at last, jo,

Was forc'd to gang away,