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Yestreen I lay in well a made Bed,
And many brave Lord beside me;
This Night i'll ly in Tenant's Barn,
Whatever shall betide me.

Come to your Bed, says Jonny Faa,
O come to your Bed, my Deary ;
For I vow and I swear by the Hilt of my Sword.
That your Lord shall naenmair cime near ye.

I'll go to Bed with my Jonny Faa,
And I'll go to Bed to my Deary,
For I vow and I swear by what pait Yestreen,
That my Lord shall nae mair come near me.

I'll make a Hap to my Jonny Faa,
And I'll make a Hap to my Deary,
And he's get a' the Coat gaes round,
And my Lord shall nae mair come near me.

And when our Lord came Hame at e'en,
And speer'd for his fair Lady :
The ane she cry'd, and the other replied,
She's awa' wi' the Gypsie Laddie.

Gae fiddle to me the black, black Steed,
Gae faddle and make him ready,
Before that I either eat or sleep,
T'll gae seek my fair Lady.

And we were fisten well made Men,
Altho' we were not bonny;
And we were a' put down for ane,
A fair young wanton Lady.

FINIS.