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Beneath the hazels ſpreading wide,
The moon it ſhines fu’ clearly.
Ca’ the ewes, &c.
I was bred up at nae ſic ſchool,
My ſhepherd lad, to play the fool;
And a’ the day to ſit in dool,
And nae body to ſee me.
Ca’ the ewes, &c.
Ye ſhall get gowns and ribbons meet,
Cauf leather ſhoon upon your feet;
And in my arms ye’se lie and ſleep,
And ye ſhall be my dearie.
Ca’ the ewes, &c.
If ye’ll but ſtand to what ye’ve ſaid,
I’se gang wi’ you, my ſhepherd lad;
And ye may row me in your plaid,
And I ſhall be your dearie.
Ca’ the ewes, &c.
While waters wimple to the ſea,
While day blinks in the lift ſae hie;
Till cauld death ſhall blin’ my ee,
Ye ſhall be my dearie.
Ca’ the ewes, &c.
