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“Commend me to the lass that’s kind,
Though nae sae gently born;
And, gin her heart I couldna win,
To tako her hand I’d seorn.”
“O hand your tongue, my brother John,
Ye wisna what ye say;
For I ha’e lued that bonnie faee
This mony a year and day.
“I’ve lued her lang, and lued her weel,
But her love I ne’er could win;
And what I eanna fairly gain.
To steal I think nae sin.”
Whan they cam’ to Glenlyon castle,
They lighted at the yett;
And out they eam’, his three sisters,
Their brother for to greet.
And they have ta’en her, bonnie Baby,
And led her o’er the green;
And ilka lady spak’ a word,
But bonnie Baby spak’ nane.
Then out it spak’ her, bonnie Jane,
The youngest o’ the three:
“O lady, why look ye sae sad?
Come tell your grief to me.”
“O wharefore should I tell my grief,
Since lax I eanna find?
I’m far frae a’ my kin and friends,
And my love I left behind.
