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Get up my brave lassie, let us step on,
Fo, the sun will go round before we get home.
My feet are all torn, my shoes are all rent,
I’m wearied with travel and just like to faint,
Were it not for the sake of your kind company,
I would lie in the desert until that I die.
The day is far spent and the night’s coming on,
And step you aside to yon bonny mill-town,
And there you’ll ask lodgings for thee and for me,
For glad would I be in a barn for to be.
The place it is pleasant and bonny indeed,
But the people are hard-hearted to us that’s in need,
Perhaps they’ll not grant us their barn nor byre,
But I’ll go and ask them as it is your desire.
The lassie went foremost, sure I was to blame,
To ask for a lodging myself I thought shame;
The lassie replied with tears not a few,
It’s ill ale, said she, that’s sour when it’s new.
In a short time thereafter they came to a grove,
Where his flocks they were feeding in numberless droves,
Allan stood musing his flocks for to see,
Step on, says the lady, that’s no pleasure to me.
A beautful laddie, with green tartan trews,
And twa bonnie lassies, were bughting in ewes,
