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THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN
She hadna sail'd but twenty leagues, But twenty leagues and three,
When she met wi' a rank reiver, And a' his companie.
' Now are ye Queen of Heaven hie, Come to pardon a' our sin ?
Or are ye Mary Magdalane, Was born at Bethlehem ? '—
' I'm no the Queen of Heaven hie, Come to pardon ye your sin,
Nor am I Mary Magdalane, Was born in Bethlehem.
'But I'm the lass of Lochroyan,
That's sailing on the sea To see if I can find my love,
My ain love Gregory.'—
xv 'O see na ye yon bonny bower ?
It's a' covered owre wi' tin ? When thou hast sail'd it round about,
Lord Gregory is within.'
xvi And when she saw the stately tower,
Shining both clear and bright, Whilk stood aboon the jawing wave,
Built on a rock of height,
reiver] robber. jawing] surging.