‘There cam a tod unto the bucht,
The like I never did see,
And, ay as he spak, he liftit his hat,
And he had a bonnie twinkland ee.’
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It was on a day, and it was a fine simmer day,
She was cawing out her faither’s kye,
There cam a troup o gentilmen,
And they rade ways the lass near by.
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