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Shield him, ye angels. frae death in alarms,
 * Return him with laurels to my langing arms,

frae all my care ye'll pleasantly free me,
 * When back to my wishes my sodger ye gi'e me.

soon may his honours bloom fair on his brow,
 * As quickly they must. if he get his due:

in noble actions his courage is ready,
 * Which makes me delight in my sodger laddie.

Will ye go to the ewe-bughts, Marion,
 * And wear in the sheep wi' me?

The sun shines sweet, my Marion,
 * But nae half sae sweet as thee.

Marion's a bonny lassie,
 * And the blythe blink's in her e'e;

And fain wad I marry Marion,
 * Gin Marion wad marry me.

There's gowd in your garters, Marion,
 * And silk on your white hause-bane;

fain wad I kiss my Marion,
 * At e'en when I come hame.

nine milk ewes, my Marion,
 * A cow and a brawney quey,