P. 324. B, as it stands in “The Old Lady’s Collection,” No 16, ‘The Lard of Drum.’
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Ther was a knigh[t],
An a gillan knight was he,
An he’s faein in love we his shiperd’s daughter,
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2
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He could nether gang nor ride;
He fell so deap in her fancy