And then the singer proceeded—gravely—
At kirk or market, morn or e'en,
The like o' them was never seen,
For each is kind, and each a queen;—
Ye'll break my heart among ye!
And again came the roaring chorus from the delighted lads—
Ye'll break my heart among ye!
There was but one more verse—
There's that one dark, and that one fair,
And yon has wealth o' yellow hair;