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	342 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS

	No. 353. Rob Roy from the Highlands cam. Tune: Mill, Mill OS (see No. 266).

	Rob Roy from the Highlands cam Unto the Lawlan' border, To steal awa a gay ladie, To haud his house in order : He cam owre the loch o' Lynn, Twenty men his arms did carry ; Himsel gaed in an' fond her out, Protesting he would marry.	' O, will ye gae wi' me,' he says, ' Or will ye be my honey; Or will ye be my wedded wife, For I love you best of ony' ; ' I winna gae wi' you,* she says, ' Nor will I be your honey; Nor will I be your wedded wife, You love me for my money.'
	But he set her on a coal black steed, Himsel lap on behind her, An' he's awa to the Hieland hills, Whare her frien's they canna find her. No. 354. [The song went on to narrate the forcing her to bed; when the tune changes to something like



	Rob Roy was my father ca'd, Macgregor was his name, ladie; He led a band o' heroes bauld, An' I am here the same, ladie. Be content, be content, Be content to stay, ladie ; For thou art my wedded wife Until thy dying day, ladie.	He was a hedge unto his friens, A heckle to his foes, ladie ; Every one that durst him wrang, He took him by the nose, ladie ; I'm as bold, I'm as bold, I'm as bold, and more, ladie ; He that daurs dispute my word Shall feel my guid claymore, ladie.