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The Song Book
I praised her e'en, sae lovely blue, Her dimpled cheek, and cherry mou; I pree'd it aft, as ye may trow, — She said she'd tell her mammy.
I held her to my beating heart,
My young, my smiling lammy ! "I hae a house, it cost me dear, I've walth o' plenishin and gear; Ye'se get it a' wer't ten times mair,
Gin ye will leave your mammy."
The smile gaed off her bonie face,—
"I maunna leave my mammy : She's gi'en me meat she's gi'en me claise, She's been my comfort a' my days, My father's death brought many waes,—
I canna leave my mammy."
1' We'll tak' her hame and mak' her fain,
My ain kind-hearted lammy ! We'll gie her meat, we'll gie her claise, We'll be her comfort a' her days,"— The wee thing gies her hand and says,
" There gang and ask my mammy."
Has she been to kirk wi' thee,
My boy Tammy ? She has been to kirk wi' me, And the tear was in her e'e, But oh ! she's but a young thing,
Just come from her mammy.
Words by Macniell.
tune The Latnmy.