And he gave her sixty guineas and three,
Saying, Fare thee weel, my lovely young creature,
Ye’ll never get mair of me.
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As she went down through Edinburgh streets,
The bonnie bells as they did ring,
‘Farewell, fareweel, my bonnie, bonnie lassie,
Ye’ve got the clod that winna cling.’
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