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 How oft have I fed on your bread and your cheese Likewise when you had but an handful of pease; Your cruel-hearted Father he hound at me his dogs, They tore all my bare heels and rave all my rags.

Is this my dear Sandy whom I lov'd so dear! I have not heard of you this many a year; When all the rest were sleeping sleep were frae me, For thinking on what was become of thee.

My parents were born long time before me, Perhaps by this time they are drown'd in the sea; These lands and possesions they left them to me, And I came for you jewel to share them with thee.

In love we began and in love we will end, And in joy and in mirth our days we will spend, And a voyage to your Father once more we'll go, And relieve the old Farmer from his trouble and wo.

With men and maid-servants us to wait upon; And away to her Fathers in chaise they are gone; The Laddie went formost the brave highland loun, Till they came to the road that leads to the town.

Who he came to the gate he gave a loud roar, Come down gentle Farmer, the Catrines at your door He look'd out the window and saw's daughters face With his hat in his hand he made a great Praise.