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THE MILL, MILL, O.

Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid,
Was sleeping sound and still, O;
A' lowan her wi' love, my fancy did rove
Around her wi' good will, O.
Her bosom I prest, but sunk in her rest,
She stirr'd na my joy to spill, O;
While kindly she slept, close to her I crept
And kiss'd, and kiss'd her my fill, O.

Oblig'd by command in Flanders to land,
T' employ my courage and skill,
O, Frae her quietly I staw, hoist sails and awa
For the wind blew fair on the billow.
Twa years brought me hame, whar loud-f(illegible text)ing Fame
Tauld me, wi' a voice right shrill,
O, My lass, like a fool, had mounted the stool
Nor kend wha had done her the ill, O.

Mair fond o' her charms, wi' my son in her ⟨arms⟩
I ferlying spier'd how she fell, O;
'wi' the tear in her ee quo' she, Let me die
Sweet Sir, gin I can tell, O,
But love gave command, I took her by the ⟨hand⟩
And bade a' her fears dispel, O,
And nae mair look wan, for I was the man
wha had done her the deed, mysel, O.

My bonny sweet lass on the gowany grass,
Beneath the Shilling Hill, O,
If I did offence, I’se mak ye amends,
Before I leave Peggy's mill, O.
O the mill mill O, and the kill kill O,
And the coggin o' the wheel, O,
The sack and the sieve, a' that ye maun leave,
And round wi' a sodger reel, O,