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Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end,
While Heav'n preserves my Highland laddie.
O my bonnie, &c.
BILLY and NANCY'S PARTING.
IT was on a Monday morning,
just at the break of day,
Our ship she slipt her cable
and we were bound to sea:
The wind blew from the south-east,
and from Greenock we were bound,
The streets they were all garnished,
with pretty maids all round.
There was a pretty sailor
all in his blooming years,
He came unto his true love,
with bitter sighs and tears;
And he came unto his true love,
to let her understand,
That he was going to leave her
into some foreign land.
Why say you so dear Billy?
these words do break my heart,
Come let us now be married,
before that we do part:
