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Captain Wedderburn’s Courtship.
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The Lord of Roslin’s daughter,
walk’d thro’ the woods her lane,
And bye Came Captain Wedderburn,
a servant to the king:
He said unto his servant man,
were it not against the law,
I would take her to my own bed,
and lay her next the wa‘.
I’m walking here alone she says,
amang my father’s trees;
And you may let me wa'k alone,
kind Sir,’now it you please;
The supper-bell it will be rung,
and I'll be miss'd you know;
So I will not lie in your bed,
neither at stock nor wa'.
He says my pretty lady,
I pray lend me your hand;
And you’ll have drums and trumpets,
always at your command;
And fifty men to gaurd you;
Who well their swords can draw:
And we'll both lie in ae bed,
and thou be next the wa’.
O hold away from me kind Sir,
