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If ever I gie a man a penny wage,
I'm sure, John Stewart, ye shall hae three.'
3 'I speak not for mysell,' John Stewart he did say,
'I speak for a lord of a higher degree;
The message is from my brother William,
Your loving daughter's husband to be.'
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I'll rather beat fair Ailly in my leather bang,
As lang as she can either stand or gang.'
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'Ye hadna beat her before my face
Or ye'll beat three hundred men and me.'
6 When William came to Mulbery Hall,
He kissd the ladies one and all;
But when he cam to fair Ailly,
She thought he might hae gaen her twa or three.
7 Between the kitchen and the garden
It is calld a measured mile;
That lady and that lord fell into discourse,
And they thought they rode it in a short while.
Chorus:
Tring dilly, tring dilly, tring ding dido,
Tring dilly, tring dilly, dolo dee.
A.