She thought it was her dearie.
She’s taen his horse then by the head,
And led him to the stable,
And gien to him baith corn and hay,
To eat what he was able.
Bonny lass, gin I come near you,
Bonny lass, gin I come near you,
I’ll gar a’ your ribbons reel,
Bonny lass, or eer I lea you.
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