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 My flocks they are thin and my lodging but bare, And you that has muckle the mair ye can spare; Some of your spare pennies with us you will share, And ye winna send your lassie o'er the hills bare,

He went to his daughter to give her advice, Said if ye go with him I'm sure ye're not wise; He's a rude highland fellow as poor as the crow, He's the clan of the Cathrines for ought that I kno

But if you go with him I'm sure you'll go bare; You shall have nothing father or mother can spare, Of all I posess, I'll deprive you for aye, If o'er the hills Lassie you do go away.

It's Father keep what you're not willing to give, For I will go with him as sure as I live, What signifies gold or treasure to me, When the highland hills is 'tween my love & me.

Now she's gone with him in spite of them a', Away to a place that her eyes never saw, He had no stead for to carry her home, But still Lassie think not the road long.

In a warm summers evening they came to a glen, Being wearied with travel the Lassie sat down: He said get up my brave Lassie and let us step on, For the sun will go round us before we win home.