| A trooper lad cam here at ane
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| Frae ridin he was weary
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| A trooper lad cam here at ane
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| And the muin shone bricht an' clearly
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| Lassie, I’ll lie near ye yet
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| Bonnie lassie, I’ll lie near ye
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| And I’ll gar aw yer ribbons reel
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| In the mornin ere I leave ye
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| She’s taen the trooper by the hand
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| An' led him tae the chamber
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| She’s gien him brid and wine tae drink
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| An' his love, it flard like tinder
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| Lassie, I’ll lie near ye yet
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| Bonnie lassie, I’ll lie near ye
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| And I’ll gar aw yer ribbons reel
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| In the mornin ere I leave ye
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| She’s made her bed baith wide an' lang
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| Made it like a lady
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| She’s poued her petticoats ower her heid
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| Cryin, «Trooper, are ye ready?»
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| Lassie, I’ll lie near ye yet
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| Bonnie lassie, I’ll lie near ye
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| And I’ll gar aw yer ribbons reel
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| In the mornin ere I leave ye
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| He’s taen aff his big top coat
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| Likewise his hat an' feather
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| He’s taen his broadsword fae his side
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| Oh an' he’s lain doun aside her
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| Lassie, I’ll lie near ye yet
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| Bonnie lassie, I’ll lie near ye
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| And I’ll gar aw yer ribbons reel
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| In the mornin ere I leave ye
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| The trumpet sounds at Burreldales
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| Sayin man an' horse mak ready
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| The drums are beat at Steinman Hill
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| Lads, leave yer mams and daddies
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| Lassie, I’ll lie near ye yet
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| Bonnie lassie, I’ll lie near ye
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| And I’ll gar aw yer ribbons reel
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| In the mornin ere I leave ye
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| The fifes do play at Cromletbank
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| Lads, leave the Lowes o Fyvie
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| The trooper tae the fair maid said
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| «Bonnie lassie, I maun leave ye.»
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| Lassie, I’ll lie near ye yet
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| Bonnie lassie, I’ll lie near ye
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| And I’ll gar aw yer ribbons reel
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| In the mornin ere I leave ye
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| «Fan will ye come back again?
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| An' fan will we marry?»
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| «Fan frost an' snaw daes warm us aw
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| Oh, it’s then I winna tarry.»
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| Lassie, I’ll lie near ye yet
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| Bonnie lassie, I’ll lie near ye
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| And I’ll gar aw yer ribbons reel
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| In the mornin ere I leave ye
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| She’s poued her coatie ower her heid
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| An' followed him doun throu Stirling
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| But she grew so fou that she coudna bou
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| An' he’s left her in Dunfermline
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| Lassie, I’ll lie near ye yet
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| Bonnie lassie, I’ll lie near ye
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| And I’ll gar aw yer ribbons reel
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| In the mornin ere I leave ye
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| Cheese an' breid for carles and dames
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| Corn an' hay for horses
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| Aye, cups o tea is for auld wives
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| Aye, an' lads for bonnie lasses
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| Lassie, I’ll lie near ye yet
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| Bonnie lassie, I’ll lie near ye
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| And I’ll gar aw yer ribbons reel
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| In the mornin ere I leave ye |