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in And they hae quarrell'd on a day,
Till Marjorie's heart grew wae, And she said she'd chuse another luve,
And let young Benjie gae.
And he was stout, and proud-hearted,
And thought o't bitterlie, And he 's gaen by the wan moon-light,
To meet his Marjorie.
v ' O open, open, my true love! O open, and let me in !'— I dare na open, young Benjie, My three brothers are within.—
' Ye lied, ye, lied, my bonny burd,
Sae loud 's I hear ye lie; As I came by the Lowden banks,
They bade gude e'en to me.
' But fare ye weel, my ae fause love,
That I hae loved sae lang ! It sets ye chuse another love,
And let young Benjie gang.5
Then Marjorie turned her round about,
The tear blinding her e'e, " I darena, darena let thee in,
But I'll come down to thee.'