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But love gave command, I took her by the hand,
and bade a’ her fears dispel O,
And nae mair look vain, for I was the man,
wha had done her the deed mysel, O.
My bonny sweet lass, on the gowany grass,
beneath the shilling hill, O,
If I did offence, I've mak ye amends,
before I leave Peggy's mill, O.
O the mill mill O and the kill kill O
and the coggin o' the weel, O,
The sake and sieve, a' that ye maun leave,
and round wi' a sodger reel, O.
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