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But stay gentle shepherd I pray thee to stay,
What are these fine town, I see as I stray,
That shine in the morning, and each evening tide,
Just as you go along, close by the sea side.
Portnessick, portpatrick, and also Stranrawer,
Glenluce and Shan-whithorn, and Wigton so rare,
The brave Newton Stewart, and old Monigaff,
The Ferry-town stands a little way aff.
For ancient Kirkcudbright I cannot go by,
The town of New Galloway, and old Derry;
But Jock our flock is straying and I may not stay,
To tell you the towns that are in Galloway.
But stay gentle shepherd, was there never a King,
Who had this realm in his governing?
That came here among you a while for to stay,
To rule o’er the towns that are in Galloway.
Yes, Fergus the first, for a while had his seat,
In, or about the time of Alexander the Great,
The place call’d Lochfergus, ’tis seen to this day,
Near ancient Kirkcudbright in brave Galloway.
Our noble ancestor King Robert the Bruce,
When Southrons in this country made great abuse,
Came to Graigen-Gallie, and chac’d them away,
The stubborn bold Englilh from brave Galloway.
Some say that St. Andrew came here from abroad,
He crofs’d the wide ocean and landed in Burgh,
And built there a church, which is seen to this day,
Near ancient Kirkcudbright in brave Galloway.
For ancient Kirkcudbright I cannot forget,
There’s brave salmon-fishing for both rode and net:
The brave gen’rous Hamiltons here doth stay,
To the praise of the Stewartry of brave Galloway.
The pretty salt ocean all round us doth clap,
From the bridgend of Dumfries to the braes of Glenap,
It’s seventy long miles, and a pretty good way,
The length of the Stewartry of Galloway.
