Weel may I mind,’ says she;
‘For ay whan ye spak ye lifted up your hat,
Ye had a merry blinkin ee.’
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He’s turned him round and richt about,
And tane the lassie on;
‘Ca out your ky, auld father,’ he said,
‘She sall neer ca them again.
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‘For I am the Laird o Rochna hills,