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44 BONNY BABY LIVINGSTON.
" 0 brother, this is nae the priest;
I fear he'll come o'er late ; For armed men wi' shining brands
Stand at the castle yett."
" Haste, Donald, Duncan, Dugald, Hugh, Haste, tak your sword and spear;
We'll gar these traytors rue the hour That e'er they ventured here."
The Highlandmen drew their claymores,
And gae a warlike shout; But Johnie's merry men kept the yett,
Nae ane durst venture out.
The lovers rade the lee-lang night,
And safe got on their way; And Bonny Baby Livingstone
Has gotten Johny Hay.
" Awa, Glenlyon ! fy for shame !
Gae hide you in some den; You've latten your bride be stown frae you,
For a' your armed men."