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" 0 gin a lady wad borrow me,
At her stirrup I wad rin; Or gin a widow wad borrow me,
I wad swear to be her son.
" Or gin a virgin wad borrow me,
I wad wed her wi' a ring; I'd gi'e her ha's, I'd gi'e her bowers,
The bonny towers o' Linne."
0 barefoot barefoot gaed she but, And barefoot cam she ben ;
It wasna for want o' hose and shoon, Nor time to put them on;
But a' for fear that her father
Had heard her makin' din; For she's stown the keys of the prison,
And gane the dungeon within.
And when she saw him, young Bekie, Wow, but her heart was sair !
For the mice, but and the bald rattons, Had eaten his yellow hair.
She's gotten him a shaver for his beard,
A comber till his hair; Five hundred pound in his pocket,
To spend, and nae to spare.