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LAIRD OF DRUM. |
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" It's I canna fancy thee, kind sir,
I winna fancy thee, O, 10
I winna gae and be Lady o' Drum,
And lat my shearing abee, O.
" But set your love on anither, kind sir,
Set it not on me, O, For I am not fit to be your bride, is
And your hure I'll never be, O.
" My father he is a shepherd mean,
• Keeps sheep on yonder hill, 0, And ye may gae and speir at him,
For I am at his will, O." so
Drum is to her father gane,
Keeping his sheep on yon hill, O;
And he has gotten his consent That the may was at his will, 0.
" But my dochter can neither read nor write, 25 She was ne'er brought up at scheel, O;
But weel can she milk cow and ewe, And mak a kebbuck weel, 0.
" She'll win in your barn at bear-seed time, Cast out your muck at Yule, O, m
She'll saddle your steed in time o' need, And draw aff your boots hersell, O." |
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