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Sic silly things my mind ne'er taught;
I dream a' night, an' start about,
An' wish for thee in Gowrie.
I lo'e thee better, Kate, my dear,
Than a' my rigs, and out-gaun gear;
Sit down by me, till ance I swear,
Thou'rt worth the Carse o' Gowrie.
I dream a' night, an' start about,
An' wish for thee in Gowrie.
I lo'e thee better, Kate, my dear,
Than a' my rigs, and out-gaun gear;
Sit down by me, till ance I swear,
Thou'rt worth the Carse o' Gowrie.
Sine on her mouth sweet kisses laid,
Till blushes a' her cheeks o'erspread;
She sigh'd, and in saft whispers said,
O Pate, tak me to Gowrie.
Quo' he, let's to the auld fouk gang,
Say what they like, I'll bide their bang,
And bide a night, tho' beds be thrang,
But I'll hae thee to Gowrie.
Till blushes a' her cheeks o'erspread;
She sigh'd, and in saft whispers said,
O Pate, tak me to Gowrie.
Quo' he, let's to the auld fouk gang,
Say what they like, I'll bide their bang,
And bide a night, tho' beds be thrang,
But I'll hae thee to Gowrie.
The auld fonk syne baith gied consent,
The priest was ca'd, a' were content;
Add Katie never did repent,
That she gaed hame to Gowrie.
For routh o' bonnie bairns had she,
Mair strappin'lads fe wadna see;
And her braw lasses bare the gree,
Frae the rest o' Gowrie.
The priest was ca'd, a' were content;
Add Katie never did repent,
That she gaed hame to Gowrie.
For routh o' bonnie bairns had she,
Mair strappin'lads fe wadna see;
And her braw lasses bare the gree,
Frae the rest o' Gowrie.
THE ORPHAN BOY.
No cheering sun-beam's friendly ray,
Shone on the dark and cloudy day,
Shone on the dark and cloudy day,
