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THE BONNY LAD.
As Jamie Gay gang’d blyth his way,
along the river Tweed,
A bonny lafs, as e’er was Teen,
came tripping o’er the wead:
The hearty ſwain, untaught to feign,
the buxom nymph ſurvey’d,
And full of glee, as lad could be,
beſp ke the pretty maid:
Dear I ffie tell why by thyfell
thou haſt’ly wand’reſt here?
My ewes, ſhe cry’d, are ſtraying wide,
canſt tell me, laddie, where?
To town I’ll hie, he made reply,
ſome mekle ſport to ſee;
But thou’rt ſo ſweet, ſo trim and neat.
I’ll ſeek the ewes with thee.
She ga’m her hnd, n'r made a ſtand,
but lik’d the youth’s intent:
O’er hill and dale, o’er plain and vale,
right merrily they went.
The birds ſang ſweet, the pair to greet,
and flowers bloom’d around!
