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They bid me ride the other way,
They say my brain is warp'd and wrung,
But, oh! the bridal bells are gay
That I about my feet have strung!
And when I face the horse's tail
I see once more in Banbury's vale
My Graeme's white plume before me wave,
So thus I'll ride until the grave.
They say that this is not my home,
'Mid Scotland's moors and Scotland's brakes.
But, oh! 'tis love that makes me roam
Forever in the land of cakes!
And woe betide the baker's guile,
Whose blight destroyed the maiden's smile!
O woe the day, and woe the deed,
And woa—gee woa—my bonnie steed!
Barry Pain.