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The Lord of Roſlin's Daughter
THE Lord of Roſlin's Daughter,
walks through the wood her lane,
And by came Captain Wedderburn,
a ſervant to the King,
He ſaid to his ſervant man,
wer't not againſt the law,
I would take her to my own bed,
and lay her next the wa:
walks through the wood her lane,
And by came Captain Wedderburn,
a ſervant to the King,
He ſaid to his ſervant man,
wer't not againſt the law,
I would take her to my own bed,
and lay her next the wa:
I'm walking here alone ſhe ſays,
among my fathers trees
And you may let me walk alone,
kind Sir now if you please,
The ſupper bell it will be rung,
and I'll be miſs'd you know,
So I'll not ly into your hed,
neither at ſtock nor wa;
among my fathers trees
And you may let me walk alone,
kind Sir now if you please,
The ſupper bell it will be rung,
and I'll be miſs'd you know,
So I'll not ly into your hed,
neither at ſtock nor wa;
He ſays my pretty Lady,
I pray lend me your hand,
And you'll have drums and trumpets,
always at your command,
And fifty men to guard you,
who well their ſwords can draw,
And we'll both lye into ae bed,
and thou's lye next the,
I pray lend me your hand,
And you'll have drums and trumpets,
always at your command,
And fifty men to guard you,
who well their ſwords can draw,
And we'll both lye into ae bed,
and thou's lye next the,
Hold away from me, kind ſir,
I pray let go my hand,
I pray let go my hand,
