‘Gae busk ye, my dochter,

G[a]e busk ye unco fine,

An I’ll gae down to yon shore-side,

To invite the squar to dine;

I wad gie a’ my rents

To hae ye married to him.’

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‘The’r far awa frae me,’ she says,

‘Far ayont the sea,

That has my heart in hand