O when they cam to Stirling toun,

He coft a loaf and they baith sat doun,

He coft a loaf and they baith sat doun,

And she’s eaten wi her beggar-laddie.

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‘O do you see yon hie, hie hill,

Where the corn grows baith rank and tall?

If I was there, I would greet my fill,

Where naebody wuld see me.’

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