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He 's carried her o'er hills and muirs Till they came to a Highland glen,
And there he 's met his brother John, With twenty armed men.
v O there were cows, and there were ewes,
And lasses milking there! But Baby ne'er ance look'd about,
Her heart was fill'd wi' care.
Glenlyon took her in his arms, And kiss'd her, cheek and chin ;
Says, ' I'd gie a' these cows and ewes But ae kind look to win.'—
' O ae kind look ye ne'er shall get,
Nor win a smile frae me, Unless to me you'll favour shew,
And take me to Dundee.'—
' Dundee, Baby ? Dundee, Baby ?
Dundee you ne'er shall see Till I've carried you to Glenlyon
And have my bride made thee.
' We'll stay a while at Auchingour, And get sweet milk and cheese,
And syne we'll gang to Glenlyon, And there live at our ease.'—