Ife cuddle her close, and gave her a Kiss, All Scotland never afforded a Lafs, So bonny and blith as Fenny my Dear, Then open the Gates, and let me go free, In Liberty ftill I reckon to range, For why I have done no honest Man Wrong, For fhe'll be a Mammy before it is long, Since Fenny the fair was willing and kind, That I have requited her Kindness still, Then open the Gates and let me go free, Her Daddy would have me to make her my Bride, From bonny Dundee this Day I will ride, It being a Place not fafe and fecure; My My Father he is a muckle good Laird, Then Sawny reply'd, Ife never refuse E'er any fickle Loon fhall keep us in hold, To force open the Gates and fet ourselves free, With Sweards ready drawn they rid to the Gate, XLI. The |