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I'd claſp him to this faithfu' breaſt,
and row him in my tartan plaidie.
O'er the muir, &c.
I'd claſp him to this faithfu' breaſt,
and row him in my tartan plaidie.
Johny heard her waefu' 'plaint,
like light'ning flew acroſs the Balloch,
Crying, tak me to thy faithfu' arms,
thou leeleſt laſs in Aldivalloch.
O'er the muir, &c.
Johny met wi' Roy's wife,
and they gaed o'er the muir the gither.
(‡)❁†❁(†)❁(†)❁(‡)❁(†)❁†❁(†)
The THREE Jolly COLLIERS.
WE are three jolly Colliers,
that mind the collier way;
Our ſhips they are well fitted out
from the ſhore to the Britiſh ſea;
We hew our coals and drive them,
we'll make all the rocks to roar,
The ſeas are daily craving, craving,
what can Colliers e'er do more.
My name is Captain Blanden,
my love ſweet Molly Frow,
To be your undertaker;
each morning to wait on you,
Upon my lovely Molly,
