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When she lookit o’er the castle wa’
To view the woods so rarely,
There she spied the Baron o’ Leys,
Ride on his steed sae rarely.
Then forth she went her Baron to meet,
Says, “Ye’re welcome to me fairly;
Ye’se hae spice cakes and seed cakes sweet,
And claret to drink sae rarely.”
