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For I will wed my, daughter and spare pennies too,
To whom my heart pleases and what’s that to you.
My plaid it is broad it has colours anew,
Goodman for your kindness I’ll leave it with you;
I have got a warm cordial keeps the cold from me,
The blithe blinks of love from your daughter's eye.
My flocks they are thin, and my lodgings but bare.
And you that has meikle the more you can spare;
Some of your spare pennies with me you will share,
And you winna send your lassie o’er the hills bare.
He went to his daughter to give her advice.
Said he if you go with him i'm sure you’r not wise,
He’s a rude Highland fellow as poor as a crow;
He’s of the clan of Caithness for ought that I know,
But if you go with him I'm sure you’ll go bare,
You'll have nothing father or mother can spare,
Or all I possess I’ll deprive you for aye,
If o’er the hills, lassie, you do go away,
