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For fain would I go with him as sure as I live,
What signifies gold or treasure to me,
If the Highland hills is between my love and me.
Now she is gone with him in spite of them a’;
Away to a place that her eyes never saw:
He had no steed for to carry her on,
But still he said, lassie, think not the road long.
In a warm summer’s evening they came to a glen,
Being wearied with travel the lassie sat down;
Get up my brave lassie let us step on,
For 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 coming on,
And step you aside to yon bonnie milltown,
And there you’ll ask lodging for thee and for me,
