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And sche’s gien him a purse of gowd,
And another of whyt monie;
Sche’s gien him twa pistoles by ’s syde,
Saying to him, Shute, when ye win frie.
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And when he cam to the queen’s window,
Whaten a joyfou shute gae he!
‘Peace be to our royal queen,
And peace be in hir companie!’