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I whistled, I pip’d, and I sang;
I woo’d but I cam nae great speed:
Therefore I maun wander abroad,
And lay my banes far frae the Tweed,
To Maggy, my love I did tell;
My tears did my passion express:
Alas! for I loo’d her owre weel,
And the women loo sic a man less.
Her heart it was frozen and cauld,
Her pride had my ruin decreed;
Therefore I maun wander abroad,
And last my banes far frae the Tweed
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