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BONNY BABT LIVINGSTON. |
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He's carried her o'er yon hich hich hill,
Intill a Highland glen, And there he met his brother John is
"WT twenty armed men.
And there were cows, and there were ewes,
And there were kids sae fair; But sad and wae was bonny Baby,
Her heart was fu' o' care. »
He's taen her in his arms twa,
And kist her cheek and chin ; " I wad gi'e a' my flocks and herds,
Ae smile frae thee to win."
" A smile frae me ye'se never win ; a
I'll ne'er look kind on thee ; Ye've stown me awa frae a' my kin,
Frae a' that's dear to me.
" Dundee, kind sir, Dundee, kind sir,
Tak me to bonny Dundee; *
For ye sail ne'er my favour win Till it ance mair I see."
" Dundee, Baby! Dundee, Baby !
Dundee ye ne'er shall see ; But I will carry you to Glenlyon, a
Where you my bride shall be. |
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