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ALLAN TINE O’ HARROW.
I am a darling higliwayman,
My name is Tine O’ Harrow,
I’m come of poor but honest folks
Nigh to the hills of Yarrow.
For getting of a maici with child,
For England I sail’d over.
Leaving my parents almost wild,
Since I became a Rover;
Then slight to London I did go
Where I became a soldier.
Resolved to fight Britannia’s foes,
Great Hector ne’er was bolder.
They sent me to a foreign court,
Where cannons loud did rattle,
Believe me boys, I do not boast,
How I behaved in battle.
For many’s the battle I’ve been in.
In Holland and French Flanders
I always fought with a courage keen,
