THE MILL, MILL, O.
Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid,
Was sleeping sound and still, O;
A' lowan her wi’ love, my fancy did love
Around her wi' good will, O.
Her bosom I prest, but sunk in her rest,
She stirr'd na my joy to spill, O;
While kindly she slept, close to her I crept
And kiss’d, and kiss’d her my fill, O.
Oblig'd by command in Flanders to land,
T’ employ my courage and skill, O,
Frae her quietly I staw, hoist sails and awa
For the wind blew fair on the billow.
Twa years brought me hame, whar loud-f(illegible text)ing Fame
Tauld me, wi' a voice right shrill; O,
My lass, like a fool, had mounted the stool
Nor kend wha had done her the ill, O.
Mair fond o' her charms, wi' my son in her
I ferlying spier'd how she fell, O;
'wi' the tear in her ee quo' she, Let me die
Sweet Sir, gin I can tell, O,
But love gave command, I took her by the
And bade a' her fears dispel, O,
