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But a' you lords of fair England,
If you be English born. Come never to Scotland to seek a wife
Or else ye'll get the scorn.
They'll haik ye up, and settle ye by,
Until your weddin'-day ; Then gie ye frogs instead o' fish,
And do ye foul, foul play.
S UM speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds, And sick lyke men of hie degrie ; Of a gentleman I sing a sang,
Sum tyme called Laird of Gilnockie.
ii The King he wrytes a luving letter,
With his ain hand sae tenderly, And he hath sent it to Johnie Armstrang,
To cum and speik with him speedily.
The Eliots and Armstrangs did convene;
They were a gallant cumpanie— ' We'll ride and meit our lawful King,
And bring him safe to Gilnockie.'
haik ye up] hold you in suspense. settle ye by] keep yon