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And a voyage to your father once more we will go.
And relive the old farmer from his trouble and wo.
With men and maid servants us to wait upon,
So away to her father in a chaise they are gone;
The laddie went foremost, the brave Highland loun,
Till they came to the road that lead to the town.
When he came to the gate he gave a loud roar,
Come down gentle farmer Catharine’s at your door,
When he look’d out at the window he saw his daughter’s face
With his hat in his hand he made a great phrase.
Keep on your hat farmer, don’t let it fa
For it sets not the peacock to bow to the crow.
It’s hold your tongue Sawny and do not taunt me,
For my daughter’s not worthy your bride for to be
Now he held his bridle reins till he came down.
And then he conveyed them to a fine room:
With the finest of spirits they drank a fine toast,
And the son and the father drank both in one glass.
