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Guess then, am I Low-Church or High,
from that tow'r, or no steeple.
Whose merry toll exalts the soul,
and must make high-flown people!

The guards came on, and look'd at John
with countenance most pleasant,
By whisper round they all soon found
he was no damag'd peasant:
Thus while John stood the best he cou'd,
expecting their decision;
Damn him, says one, let him be gone,
he's of our own religion.

Johnny Faa, the Gypsie Laddie

The gypsies came to our good Lord's gate,
and vow but they sang sweetly;
They sang sae sweet, and sae very complete;
that down came the fair Lady.

And she came tripping down the stair,
and a' her maids before her;
As soon as they saw her well-far'd face,
they coost the glamer o'er her.

Gze tak from me this gay mantle,
and bring to me a plaidie,
For if kith and kin, and a'had sworn,
I'll follow the gypsie laddie.

Yestreen I lay in a well made bed,
and my good Lord beside me;