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'TWAS YES, KIND SIR.
THE ruddy morn blinks o'er the brae,
as blithe I gade to milk my kine,
When near the winding burn of Tay,
wi’ bonny gait, and twa black eenz;
A highland lad sae kind me tent,
saying, Sonfy lass. how’s a' wi’ you?
Shall I your pail tak o'er the bent?
'twas yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.
Again he met me i' the e’en,
as I was linken o’er the lee.
To join the dance upo’ the green,
and said, blithe lass, I’ll gang wi’ thee;
Sae braw he look’d in the highland gear,
his tartan plaid, and bonnet blue,
My heart straight whisper'd in my ear,
say yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.
We danc’d until the gleaming moon,
ga’e notice that it was time to part,
I thought the reel was done o’er soon,
for ah! the lad had stown my heart;
He saw me hame across the plain
then kist sae sweet, I vow ’tis true.
That when he ask’d to kiss again,
’twas yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.
Grown bold, he prest to stay a’ night,
then gript me close unto his breast,
Hout lad! my mither fair wou’d flyte,
