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O she's put on her robes of green,
Which was most lovely to be seen;
O had he been a crowned King
This fai. Lady might been his Queen.
But when she came to High Germany,
By fortune there her love did see,
Upon a lofty rampart wall,
As he was standing senterie.
O were my love in this country,
O I could swear that you was she;
For there's not a face in High Germany,
So like the Lass of Banaphie.
The first she met was the Colonel then,
And he address’d her most courteously,
From whence she came, and where she was born,
Her name, and from what country?
From fair Scotland, she said I came,
In hopes my true love for to see;
For now I hear he’s a Grenadier,
Into your Lordship’s companie.
What’s thy love’s name, thou comely dame,
