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-rr, what is yer trade? Or what way do ye wine yer bread? Or what way do ye wine yer bread, Fan the kipeng nout gies over? 'Spindels an forls it is my trade, An bits o sticks to them who need, Whilk is a gentell trade indeed; Bony lassie, cane ye lea me?' 'I lea you as I supos Rachell loved Jacob of old, As Jason loied his flice of gould, Sae dearly do I lea ye. 'Ye cast off yer clouty coat, An ye pitt one my scarlett cloke, An I will follou you just att the back, Becass ye are a bonny laddie.' He cust off his cloutty coat, An he patt on her scarlet cloke, An she folloued him just att the back, Becaus he was a bonny laddie. They gaed on, an forder on, Till they came to yon borrous-toun; She bought a loaf an they both satt doun, Bat she ate no we her laddie. They gaed on, an forder one, Till they came to the nest borrous-toun; I wat the lassie louked doun, For the following of her laddie. 'O if I wer on the head of yon hill, Ther I wad greet my fill, For the follouing of my laddie.' 'O had yer toung, my dearest dear, I ill ha ye back as I brought ye hear, For I canna bear yer morning.' 'O had yer toung, my dearest dear, I will gae throu the warld baith far an near, Becaus ye'r a bonny ladie.' They gad on, an forder on, Till they came to his father's haa, An he knoked ther fue loudly. 'O had ye hand, my dear[est] dear, An dou not knoke sae loudly, For fear they sud be angry.' Four-an-tuenty gentelmen They conved the beager ben, An as mony gay lad s Conved the beager's lassie. His brother lead her throu the haa: 'I wis, brother, we had beagged a', For sick a bonny lassie.' That smae night she was bedded, An the nist morning she was wedded; She came to gued by grait misgiding, By the follouing of her laddie. = = ' on a day in the month o June . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . When Phoebus shines sae clearly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . She says, My dear, what is your trade When thiggin ye give over? 'Spinls and forls is my trade, Wi bits o sticks I win my bread, An O it is a winnin trade; Bonnie lassie, can ye loo me?' An O it is, etc. 'O I can love ye manyfold, As Jacob loved Rachel of old, And as Jessie loved the cups o gold; My dear, can ye believe me?' As Jessie, etc. 'It's ye'll tak aff the robes o red, An ye'll pit on the beggin-weed, An ye'll gang wi me an ye'll beg your bread, An ye'll be the beggar's dawtie.' When they cam to yon borough-toon, They bocht a loaf an they baith sat doon, They bocht a loaf an they baith sat doon, An the lassie ate wi her laddie. When they cam to yon grassy hill, Where spotted flocks do feed their fill, 'I'll sit me doon an I'll greet a while, For the followin o my laddie.' 'It's ye'll tak aff yer beggin-weed, An ye'll pit on the goons o red, An ye-ll gang ye back the road ye cam For I canna bide yer greetin.' 'Betide me weel, betide me woe, It's wi the beggar an I'll go, An I'll follow him through frost an snow, An I'll be the beggar's dawtie.' When they cam to yonder ha, He knockit loud an sair did ca; She says, My dear, we'll be foun in fa For knockin here sae loudly. Four-an-twenty gentlemen Cam a' to welcome the beggar in, An as monie fair ladies gay To welcome 's bonnie lassie. When at he gied through the ha, Tney a' did laugh, they were like to fa, Sayin, Brither, I wish we had beggit a', For sic a bonnie lassie. 'The streen ye was the beggar's bride, An noo this nicht ye'll lie by my side, Come weel, come woe, whateer betide, An ye'll be aye my dawtie.' = = in yonder garden gay, Where many a ladie does repair, Where many a ladie does repair, Puing of flowers sae bonnie. 'O do you see yon shepherd's son, Feeding his flocks in yonder loan, Feeding his flocks in yonder loan? Vow but he feeds them bonnie!' 'O laddie, laddie, what is your trade? Or by what means do you win your bread? Or by what means do you win your bread? O laddie, tell unto me.' 'By making spindles is my trade, Or whorles in the time o need, And by which ways I do win my bread: O lady, do you love me?' 'As Judas loved a piece of gold, As Jacob loved Rachel of old, As Jacob loved Rachel of old, O laddie, I do love thee.' 'You must put off your robes of silk, You must put on my cloutit claes, And follow me hard at by back, And ye'll be my beggar-lassie.' She's put aff her robes of silk, And sh's put on his cloutit claes, And she's followed him hard at his back, And she's been his beggar-lassie. O when they cam to [the] borrowstoun, Vow but the lassie lookit doun! Vow but the lassie lookit doun! Following her beggar-laddie. O when they cam to Stirling toun, He coft a loaf and they baith sat doun, He coft a loaf and they baith sat doun, And she's eaten wi her beggar-laddie.