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When winter blaws in sleety show'rs,
Frre aff the norlin' hills sae hie,
He lightly skiff thy bonny bow'rs,
As laith to harm a flow'r in thee.
Thou bonnie, &c.
Frre aff the norlin' hills sae hie,
He lightly skiff thy bonny bow'rs,
As laith to harm a flow'r in thee.
Thou bonnie, &c.
Tho' fate should drug me south the line,
Or o'er the wide Atlantic sea,
The happy hours I'll ever mind,
That I in youth ha'e spent in the
Thou bonnie, &c.
Or o'er the wide Atlantic sea,
The happy hours I'll ever mind,
That I in youth ha'e spent in the
Thou bonnie, &c.
ALLAN TINE O'HARROW.
I am a daring highwayman,
my name is Tine O'Harrow,
I'm come of poor but honest folks,
nigh to the hills of Tarrow.
For getting of a maid with child,
for England I sail'd over,
Leaving my parents almost wild,
since I became a Rover.
my name is Tine O'Harrow,
I'm come of poor but honest folks,
nigh to the hills of Tarrow.
For getting of a maid with child,
for England I sail'd over,
Leaving my parents almost wild,
since I became a Rover.
Then straight to London I did go,
where I became a soldier,
where I became a soldier,
