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And streaked down my curing locks,
says Buchan laddie come your wa.
Once my heart was free from love,
till annie catch'd me in the snare,
She false lass proved cruel to me,
set me a roving ever mair.
When I did think within myself
if my parents would but look on me,
And comes and take me from the framed,
a better bairn I would be,
I was sore abused and badly used
and grieved were they to see the same,
They came and took me from the fratn'd,
and put me to the school again.
But wo be to my backward heart,
for it would never then obey,
For day and night and ear and late,
my fancy led me far astray.
To idle jaunts and merry rants,
and drunkness I was half a slave,
My friends they were all wroth at me,
and the country bade me misbehave.
