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But when the ſimm'r was over,
O pale and wan grew I!
Like ane riſen out o' a fever,
or ane juſt gaun to die!
My maſter he came an' aſked me
what was the matter wi' me!
If I knew anything that would eaſe me,
at my comman' it ſhould be.
Oh! I maun own my crime.
tho it be to my ſhame and diſgrace,
I went out for to meet wi' the lad,
the lad that gi es out your maſs?
His voice it was too ſhrill,
he pitch d o'er high for me;
And ay ſin' ſyne I remember
that I been likein' to die.
Then my laddie was ſent for,
and he came hingin' his mou';
Says Meſs John, had you been a good bairn,
we wadna h'e ſent for you:
My laſſie is lyin' ſick,
an' on you ſhe lays a' the blame
An' ye ken ony way ye've wrang‘d her,
ye'll raiſe her as ſpeedy again.
O I never harm'd your laſſie,
neither by night nor by day;
But it was on a fine ſimmer evening,
when croſſing o er the way.
When croſſing o'er the way,
