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When dangers flash around your head,
I'll cry to heaven to save;
And if you’re wounded in the fight,
My eare will cheat the grave."
"That never eould be, my darling wife—
But I'll not tarry long,
For numerous are our Scottish bands,
Their hearts are brave and strong.
And soon we’ll drive the English loons
Across the border side,
And I'll bring fouth of Southern spoil
To deck my lovely bride."
"I eare no' for pearls, jewels, nor gold,
Nor robes of silken sheen,
I'd rather have you, my Leslie, safe,
Than the splendours of a queen."
Lord Leslie kissed her lips and eheeks,
As pale as the lily flower;
Then bade her maidens bear her in,
And tend her well in her bower.
But wheu he rode from his castle door
At the head of his warlike band,
His Mary Hay was the saddest wife
In all the Seottish land.
Our Seottish king his warlike bands
Led forth in gallant order,
And drove the Southern loons, like sheep,
Over the English border.
Then boldly marched on Southern soil
To pay them ill for ill,
And drove the beeves from off their fields,
And the sheep from off the hill.
And when he’d paid the knavish loons
A penny for their plaek,
He led his troops with little loss
And miekle plunder back.
And feasted at the Seottish court
For thirty days and three,
The noble lords who in the war
Had borne him company.
