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And he has stow'n this lady fair, On purpose her to marry.
And 'when he cam, he surrounded the house;
No tidings there cam before him, 10
Or else the lady would have been gone,
For still she did abhor him.
Wi' murnfu' cries, and wat'ry eyes,
Fast hauding by her mother, Wi' mumfu' cries, and wat'ry eyes, is
They are parted frae each other.
Nae time he gied her to be dress'd, As ladies do when they're bride O,
But he hastened and hurried her awa',
And he row'd her in his plaid O. 20
They rade till they cam to Ballyshine,
At Ballyshine they tarried; He bought to her a cotton gown,
Yet ne'er would she be married.
Three held her up before the priest, 25
Four carried her to bed 0, Wi' wat'ry eyes, and murnfu' sighs,
When she behind was laid O.
" O be content, be content,
Be content to stay, lady, ,«
For ye are my wedded wife
Unto my dying day, lady.