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Your clouted hose I cannot wear
Your mended shoes I can't endure,
And for your lordship I am not sure,
And I never shall be your dearie, O.
The deil pick out your twa black een,
I wish your face I ne'er had seen,
For you are a proud and saucy queen,
And you never shall be my dearie, O.
I am a noble lord of high renown,
I am great Argyle when I come to town
But my blue bonnet has fallen down
And you never shall be my dearie, O.
O pardon, pardon Argyle, allow,
For what I have done in saying so,
To the highland hills with you I'll go,
I long to be your dearie, O.
There is not a whore in London town,
Shall set a foot on Campbell's ground,
For I am related to the crown.
And you never shall be my dearie, O.
I am a noble lord of great renown,
I am great Argyle when I come to town;
Whole drums do beat and trumpets sound,
You never shall be my dearie, O.
I wish I had you in Lancashire,
The follow me through dub and mire,
