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"Here's thy kin' health i' the ruddie red wine,
"Fair dame o' the stranger land!
"For never a pair o' een before
"Could mar my gude bow hand."

Her lips were a cloven hinney cherrie,
Sae tempting to the sight;
Her locks, owre alabaster brows,
Fell like the morning light,
An' light her hinney breath heav'd her locks,
As thro' the dance she flew;
While love laughed in her bonny blue ee,
An' dwelt on her comely mou.

"Loose hings ye're broider'd gowd garter,
"Fair lady, dare I speak?"
"She, trembling, lift up her silky band,
"To her red, red flushing cheek.
"Ye've drapp'd, ye've drapp'd your broach of gowd,
"Thou Lord's daughter sae gay;
"The tears o'er-brimm'd her bonnie blue ee,
"O come, O come away.—

"O maid, undo the siller bar,
"To my chamber let me win,
"And tak this kiss, thou peasant youth,
"I daurna let thee in.
"And tak," quoth she, this kame o gowd,
"Wi' my lock o' yellow hair,
"For meikle my heart forbodes to me,
"I never maun meet thee mair.

FINIS.