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Ye Cowe a’.
I wiled my lass wi’ loving words to Kelvin’s leafy shade,
And a’ that fondest heart can feel, or tongue can tell I said;
But nae reply my lassie gied—I blam’d the waterfa’,
Its deavin’ soun’ my voice did drown—O this cowes a’!
O this cowes a’, quo I, O this cowes a’!
I wonder how the birds can woo—O this cowes a’!
I wiled my lass wi’ loving words to Kelvin’s solemn grove,
I wiled my lass wi’ loving words to where the moonlight fell,
I’ll to the clerk, quo’ I, sweet lass, on Sunday we’ll be cried,
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