‘Now, young man, ae question I’ll ask you,
Sin ye mean to honour us sae;
Ye’ll tell me how braid your lands lie,
Your name, and faer ye hae to gae.’
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‘My father he is an auld soutter,
My mither she is an auld dey,
And I’m but a puir broken trooper,
My kindred I winna deny.
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