ISOBEL PAGAN
As I gaed down the water side, There I met my shepherd lad; He row'd me sweetly in his plaid, And he ca'd me his dearie.
'Will ye gang down the water side, And see the waves sac sweetly glide Beneath the hazels spreading wide ? The moon it shines fu' clearly.'
'I was bred up at nae sic school, My shepherd lad, to play the fool, And u' the day to sit in dool,
c Ye sail get gowns and ribbons meet,
Cauf-leathcr shoon upon your feet,
And in my arms ye'se lie and sleep,
And ye sail be my dearie.'
'If ye'll but stand to what yeVe said,
I'se gang wi' you, my shepherd lad,
And ye may row me in your plaid,
And I sail be your dearie.'
'While waters wimple to the sea, While day blinks in the lift sac hie, Till clay-cauld death sal] blm' my e'e, Ye aye sail be my dearie 1 '
row'd] rolled, wrapped. dool] dule, sorrow. lift] sky.
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