Tak your auld cloak about ye (3)/Sandy O'er the Lee

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SANDY O'ER THE LEE.

WINNA marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee;
winna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee;
I winna bae the domniee, guid he cannie be,
But I will hae my Sandy lad, my Sandy o‘er the lee.
For he‘s ay a-kissing, kissing, ay a-kissing, me;
He's ay a-'kissing, kissing, ay a-kissing me.

I winna hae the minister for all his godly Looks,
Nor yet yill I the lawyer hae, for a’ his wily crooks;
I winna hae the plowman lad, nor yet will I the miller,
But I will hae my Sandy lad without a penny siller,
For he's ay a-kissing, &c.

I winna hae the soldier lad for he gangs to the war;
I winna hae the soldier lad because he smells o’ tar;
I winna hae the lord nor laird for a’ their meikle gear,
But l will hae my Sandy lad, my Sandy o'er the muir,
For he's ay a-kissing, &c,