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WHen I think on my lad,
I sigh and am sad,
For now he is far frae me.
My dady was harsh,
My minny was warse,
That gart him gae yont the sea,
Without an estate,
That made him look blate;
And yet a brave lad is he.
Gin safe he come hame,
In spite of my dame,
He’ll ever be welcome to me.
–
Love speers nae advice
Of parents o’er wise,
That have but ae bairn like me,
That looks upon cash,
As naithing but trash,
That shackles what shou’d be free.
And tho’ my dear lad
Not ae penny had,
Since qualities better has he;
Abiet I’m an heiress,
I think it but fair is,
To love him, since he loves me.
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Then my dear Jamie,
To thy kind Jeanie,
Haste, haste thee in o’er the sea,
To her wha can find
Nae ease in her mind,
Without a blyth sight of thee.
Tho’ my dady forbad,
And my minny forbad,
Forbidden I will not be;
For since thou alone
My favour hast won,
Nane else shall e’er get it for me.
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Yet them I’ll not grieve,
Or without their leave,
Gi’e my hand as a wife to thee:
Be content with a heart,
That can never desert,
Till they cease to oppose or be.
My parents may prove
Yet friends to our love,
When our firm resolves they see;
Then I with pleasure
Will yield up my treasure,
And a’ that love orders to thee.
