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LORD ROSLIN'S DAUGHTER.
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THE Lord of Roslin’s Daughter,
Walks thro’ the wood her lane,
And by came Captain Wedderburn,
A servant to the King:
He said unto his servant man,
Wer’t not against the law;
I would take her to my own bed,
And lay her next the wa’.
I’m walking here alone, she says,
Among my father’s trees,
And you may let me walk alone,
Kind Sir now if you please
The Supper bell it will be rung,
And I'll be miss’d you knaw;
So I will not ly into your bed,
Neither at stock nor wa’.
He says my pretty Lady,
I pray lend me your hand,
And you’ll have drams and trumpets,
Always at your command:
And fifty men to guard you with,
That well their swords can draw,
And we’ll both ly into ae bed,
And thou’s ly next the wa’.
