‘O wad ye hae his lands or rents?
Or wad ye hae his monie?
Take a’, a’ frae him but his sark alone,
Leave me my true-love Geordie.’
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The captain pu’d her on his knee,
An ca’d her heart an honey:
‘An ye wad wait se’en years for me,
Ye wad never jump for Geordie.’
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