Wae’s me that I eer saw thee!’
‘Yestreen ye were your daddie’s dow,
But an your mammie’s dawtie;
But gin ye gang wi bairn to me,
Ye may rue that eer ye saw me.
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‘O turn back, my bonny lass,
And turn back, my dearie;
For the Highland hills are ill to climb,
And the bluidy swords woud fear ye.’