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The Highland men drew their claymores,
And gae a warlike shout, But Johny's merry men kept the yate,
Nae ane durst venture out.
The lovers rade the live-lang night,
And safe gat on their way, And bonny Baby Livingston
Has .gotten Johny Hay.
' Awa', Glenlyon ! fy for shame !
Gae hide ye in some den ! You've latten your bride be stown frae you,
For a' your armed men.'
148. The Gypsy Countess
T HERE cam' seven Egyptians on a day, And wow, but they sang bonny ! And they sang sae sweet, and sae very complete, Down cam' Earl Cassilis' lady.
11 She cam' tripping down the stair,
And a' her maids before her; As soon as they saw her weel-faur'd face
They cast the giamourie owre her. - •
in They gave to her the nutmeg,
And they gave to her the ginger ; But she gave to them a far better thing, The seven gold rings off her fingers.