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Both ruffels and ribbons, and all shall go free,
When once she is in the North Highlands with me;
And a broad down bed to my Annie I’ll gi'e,
When once she is in the North Highlands with me.
The night it is cold and inclining to frost,
Drymenus and Marshal they saddled their horse,
They saddled their horse and they rode after me,
But we lodg’d in a valley where they could not see.
THE LOVER’S DISAPPOINTMENT.
GIVE ear, O ye Muses, attend to my lay,
While I in soft anguish my tears now convey;
My grief it shall sound to a foreign shore,
While each tender bread for my sufferings deplore.
Chorus. O why did I venture o’er,
To forsake or to leave my own native shore.
In the year ninety-four I to England came over.
To wed then with one that I thought me ador’d,
But now my fond wishes for ever are crost,
His favour and affections for ever are lost.
To the just Powers above for aid I appeal,
Not a thing from his view did I ever conceal;
But, alas! now he scorns me, to another he’s flown,
That heart tho’ once soft now is cold as a stone.
Chorus. O why did I venture o’er, etc.
The dear little infant that sits on my knee.
It knows not at all its parents’ sad plea,
While innocence & beauty shine in its sweet face.
As the sparkling tears fall, I my infant embrace.
Chorus. O why did I venture o’er, etc.
How happy is the maiden tho’ ever so poor,
No trouble or grief ever enters their door,
Contented they live altho’ poor and mean,
Yet joy and content with them ever is seen etc.
