He has ta’en her by the middle ſo ſmall,
ſays, Lady, where is your drury;
It is up and down the bonny burn-ſide,
among the plantings of Airley.
They ſought it up, they ſought it down,
they ſought it late and early,
And found it in the bonny balm-tree,
that ſhines on the bowling-green of Airley.
He has ta’en her by the left ſhoulder,
and O but ſhe weep’d ſarely,
And led her down to the green bank,
till he plunder’d the bonny louſe of Airley.
O if my good Lord was at home,
as this night he is wi’ Charlie,
Great Argyle and all his men,
durſt not plunder the bonny houſe of Airley.
’Tis ten bonny ſons I have born,
and th’ eleventh ne’er ſaw his daddie;
And if I had a hundred more,
I would give them all to Charlie.
FINIS.
Falkirk—Printed by T. Johnston.
