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'O seven years I served the king,
And as for wages, I never gat nane;
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'But ae sight o his ae daughter,
And that was thro an augre bore.
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'My love gae me a siller wand,
'Twas to rule ower a' Scotland.
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'And she gae me a gay gowd ring,
The virtue o't was above a' thing.'
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'As lang's this ring it keeps the hue,
Ye'll know I am a lover true:
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'But when the ring turns pale and wan,
Ye'll know I love another man.'
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He hoist up sails, and awa saild he,
And saild into a far countrie.
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And when he lookd upon his ring,
He knew she loved another man.
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He hoist up sails and home came he,
Home unto his ain countrie.
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The first he met on his own land,
It chancd to be a beggar man.