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For don't you remember when at ſchool with thee,
I was hated by all the reſt, yet loved by thee,
How oft have I fed on your bread and your cheeſe,
Likewiſe when you had but a handful of peaſe,
Your cruel hearted father would houcn me at his dogs,
They tore my bare heels, wad rave all my rags.
In this my dear Sandy, whom I lov'd ſo dear,
I have not heard of you this many lost year,
When all the reſt went to bed ſleep was far frae me,
For thinking what was become of thee.
My parents were born long before me
Perhaps by this time they are drown'd in the ſea
Thoſe lands and poſſeſſions they gave them to me,
And now, my dear jewel you ſhall ſhare them with me.
In love we began, and in love we will end,
With joy and great mirth our days we will ſpend,
And a voyage to our father once more we will go,
To relieve to the old farmer of his trouble and woe.
With men and maid ſervants to wait them upon,
And away to her father in a chaiſe they are gone;
The laddie went foremoſt the brave highland lown,
Till he cam to the road that leads to the town,
When he came to the gate he gave a loud roar,
Come down gentle farmer Citharine's at your door.
He lookt out at the window and ſaw his daughter's face
With his hat in his hand he made a great fraiſe.
Keep on your hat farmer and don't let it fa'
For it ſets not a peacock to bow to the crow.
It's hold your tongue Sandy and do not taunt me,
For my daughter's not worthy your bride for to be,
Now he held the bridle reins till be vame down,
And then he convey'd them to a fine room;
With the fineſt of ſpeeches thhy drank a fine toſs,
And the father and ſon drank out of one glaſs,