But ye’ll never wear that wi your love Auchanachie.’
5
‘Wi Auchanachie Gordon I would beg my bread
Before that wi Salton I’d wear gowd on my head,
Wear gowd on my head, or gowns fring’d to the knee;
And I’ll die if I getna my love Auchanachie.
6
‘O Salton’s [a] valley lies low by the sea,
He’s bowed on the back, and thrawin on the knee;’
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