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THE BONNY MUIR-HEN.
My bonny muir-hen came o’er the muir,
And down among the heather ;
I bent my bow to shoot at her,
But never could come near her.
It’s ay the-nearer that she came,
She did sing the louder;
Says she, I love the young man well,
But I think you’re scant of powder.
Its hold your tongue my bonny muir-hen
And don’t laugh me to scorn;
You do not know where we may meet,
And powder in my horn.
The next time that we did meet,
Was down among the heather;
O how do you this cay my dear,
In my horn I have got powder.
I took her by the middle jimp,
Set her down among the heather ;
I kiss'd and clapp'd her all the day,
We were jocose together.
We then rose up and walked home.
Like loving lambs together;
Said I, my dear, we now mull part,
I’m now run out of powder.
