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And O, the cauld wind froze the tear that gathered in my ee,
When I gade there to see my luve embark for Germanie!
I looked ower the braid blue sea, sae long as could be seen,
Ae wee bit sail upon the ship that mysodger lad was in;
But the wind was blawin' sair and snell, and the ship sail'd speedilie,
And the waves and cruel wars hae twinn'd my winsome luve frae me.
I never think o' dancin', and I downa try to sing,
But a' the day I spier what news kind neibour bodies bring;
I sometimes knit a stocking, if knittin' it may be,
Syne for every loop that I cast on, I am sure to let doun three.
My father says I'm in a pet, my mither jeers at me,
And bans me for a dautit wean, in dorts for aye to be;
But little weet they o' the cause that drumles sae my ee:
O they hae nae winsome luve like mine in the wars o' Germanie!
