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Hold away from me, kind Sir,
I pray let go my hand;
The supper-bell it will be rung,
no longer must I stand.
My father he'll no supper take,
if I be miss’d you knaw;
So I will not ly in your bed,
neither at stock nor wa'.
Then says the pretty Lady,
I pray tell me your name?
My name is Captain Wedderburn,
a servant to the King.
Tho’ thy father and his men were here,
of them I’d stand no awe,
But would take thee to my own bed,
and lay thee next the wa’.
He lighted off his milk white steed,
and set this Lady on,
And held her by the milk white hand,
ev'n as they rode along.
He held her by the middle jimp,
for fear that she should fa’;
So I'll take thee to my own bed,
and lay thee next the wa'.
He took her to his lodging house,
his landlady look’d ben,
Says,many ladies in E’nbrugh I've seen,
