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EOB EOT. |
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And they're awa to the Hieland hills, Where her friends may never find her.
As they gaed ower the Hieland hills,
The lady aften fainted, Saying, " Wae be to my cursed gowd, *>
This road to me invented! "
They rade till they came to Ballyshine,
At Ballyshine they tarried; He brought to her a cotton gown,
Yet ne'er wad she be married. «o
Two held her up before the priest,
Four carried her to bed 0 ; Maist mournfully she wept and cried,
When she by him was laid 0!
[The tune changes^]
" O be content, 0 be content, «
O be content to stay, lady, For now ye are my wedded wife
Until my dying day, lady.
" Rob Roy was my father call'd,
Macgregor was his name, lady ; »
He led a band o' heroes bauld,
And I am here the same, lady. |
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