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O she was a canty quean,
Weel could she dance the Highland walloch;
How happy I, had she been mine,
Or I'd been Roy o' Aldivalloch.
Roy's wife, &c.
Her hair sae fair, her een sae clear,
Her wee bit mon' sae sweet and bonny:
To me she ever will be dear,
Though she's for ever left her Johnnie.
Roy's wife, &c.