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I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin;
I darena think on Jamie, for that would be a sin
But I‘!l do my best a gudewife to be,
For auld Robin Gray is kind to me,
'Nae langershe wept—her tears were a spent.
Despair it was come, and she thought it content,
She thought it content, but her cheek it grew pale,
And she dropp'd like a lily brokedownby the hail.
MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET
My love she's but a lassie yet,
My love she's but a lassie yet.
We'll let her stand an year or twa
She'll no be half sae sancy yet,
I rue the day I sought her O
1 rue the day I sought her O;
Wha gets her need na say he's woo'd.
But he may say he's bought her O
Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet.
Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet:
Gae seek for pleasure whare you will.
But here I never mist it yet.
We're a' dry wi' the drinking o't,
We're a dry wi' the drinking o't.
The minister kiss'd the fidler's wife.
And couldna preach for thinking o't.
O'ER THE MOOR AMONG THE
HEATHER.
Gomin thro' the craigs o' Kyle,
Amang the bonny blooming heather,
