As I gaed by the Luckenbooths

As I gaed by the Luckenbooths I saw a lady fair
She had lang pendles in her ears and jewels in her hair
And when she cam to our door she speired at wha was ben:
"O hae ye seen my lost love wi' his braw Highland men?"

The smile about her bonnie cheek was sweeter than the bee;
Her voice was like the birdie's sang upon the birken tree.
But when the minister cam out her mare began to prance,
Then rode into the sunset beyond the coast of France.

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