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 5 The smile gaed aff her bonny face--I manna leave my mammy ; She's gi'en mo moment, she's gi'en me claise, She's been my comfort a my days: My father's death brought monie waes I canny leave my mammy, We'll tak' her hamo and mak' her fain, my kind- hearted lammie! We'll gi'e her meat, we'll gi'e her claise, We'll be her comfort a' her days. The wee thing gi'es her hand, and says,-- There ! gang and ask my mammy. Has she been to the kirk wi' thee, my boy Tammy? Sho has been to the kirk wi' me, And the tear was in her o’e But O! she's but a young things, Just come frae hor mammy.

LORD RONALD. Lord Ronald can to his lady's bower, When the moon was in her wane ; Lord Ronald came at a late late hour, An' to her bower is gane. He saftly stept in his sandal shoon, An' saftly laid him down ; " It's late, it's late, quoth Ellenore-- Syno ye maun vauken soon ! "Lord Ronald, stay till the earlycock, Sall flap his siller wing!