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And a voyage to your father once more we will go,
And relieve the old farmer from his trouble & wo.

With men and maid servants us to wait upon.
(illegible text) away to her father in a chaise they are gone;
The laddie went foremost, the brave highland lown,
Till they came to the road that leads to the town.

When he came to the gate he gave a loud roar,
Come down gentle farmer, Cathrine’s at your door,
Then he look’d out the window, he saw his daughter’s face,
With his hat in his hand he made a great fraise.

Keep on your hat, farmer, don’t let it fa,
For it sets not the peacock to bow to the crow,
(illegible text)s hold your tongue, Sawny, and do not taunt me,
For my daughter’s not worthy your bride for to be.

Now he held his bridle-reins till he came down,
(illegible text)nd then he convey’d them to a fine room:
With the finest of spirits they drank a fine toss.
(illegible text)nd the son and the father drank both in one glass.


I can't for I'm in haste.

AS cross the fields the other morn,
I tripp’d so blithe and gay,
The squire with his dog and gun
By chance came by that way.