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The English girls are fond of John,
the Irish maid for Paddy, O,
Jamie, give me, or give me none,
my bonny Ayrshire laddie, O.
Once I cross’d the raging sea
From Leith o’er to Kirkaldy, O,
But ne’er a lad yet catch’d my ee,
like my dear Ayrshire laddie, O.
At gloamin’ he went down yestreen,
to ask my mam and daddy, O,
And their consent was freely gi'en,
they knew my lad was steady, O.
There be many a richer pair,
and many mae more gaudy, O,
Of love there few has such a share
as Nell, and her Ayrshire laddie, O.
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THE SHEPHERD’S SON.
THERE was a shepherd’s son keeping sheep on
yonder hill.
He laid his pipe and crook aside, and there he slept
his fill.
And sing clear away the morning dew, blow the
winds to you,
Clear away the morning dew, with a fal al a.
