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I always found my heart inclin'd,
by money to relieve them.
I laid upon the rich and great,
to rob the poor I scorned,
Unless that God prevents my fate,
is doom I now lie borned.

For straight in Newgate I'm confin'd
and by the law convicted
Tyburn-tree proves my destiny,
at which I am much affrighted,
Farewell, my home and countrymen,
and the ancient hills of Tarrow,
Kind Providence may rest the soul
of Allan Tine O'Harrow.


HIGHLAND LADDIE.

The bonniest lad that e'er I saw,
Bonie laddie, highland laddie,
Wore a plaid, and was fu' braw.
Bonie Highland laddie.
On his head a bonnet blue,
Bonie laddle, highland laddie,