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42 BONNY BABY LIVINGSTON.
And they hae gotten a bonny boy
Their errand for to gang; And bade him run to Bonny Dundee,
And nae to tarry lang.
The boy he ran o'er muir and dale,
As fast as he could flee ; And e'er the sun was twa hours hight,
The boy was at Dundee.
Whan Johnie lookit the letter on,
A hearty laugh leuch he; But ere he read it till an end,
The tear blinded his e'e.
" 0 wha is this, or wha is that, Has stown my love frae me ?
Although he were my ae brither, An ill dead sail he die.
" Gae, saddle to me the black," he says;
" Gae, saddle to me the brown ; Gae, saddle to me the swiftest steed,
That ever rade frae the town."
He's call'd upon his merry men a',
To follow him to the glen ; And he's vow'd he'd neither eat nor sleep
Till he got his love again. |
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