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Aboon my breath I daurna speak,
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddy,
Cauld’s the blast upon my cheek,
Rise, O rise my bonnie lady.
O are ye sleeping, &c.
She’s opt the door, she's let me in,
He cuist aside his dreepin plaidie,
'Blaw your warst ye rain and win’,
Since Maggie, now I’m in beside you.
Now I’m in beside you, &c.
FINIS
