Walking down the Highland Town, There I saw Lasses many; But upon the Bank in the highest Rank, Was one more gay than any; I look'd about for one kind face, And I saw Billy Scrogy; I ask'd of him what was her Name, They call'd her Catherine Logy. I travelled East, and I travelled West, And I travelled through Strabogy; But the fairest Lass that e'er I see, Was pretty Catherine Logy. I travelled East, and I Travelled West, And Travel'd through Strabogy; But I'd watch a long Winters Night, To see fair Catherine Logy. I've a Love in Lamer Moor, A dainty Love in Leith, Sir; And another Love in Edinborough, And twa Loves in Dalkeith, Sir. Ride I East, or Ride I West, My Love She's still before me, But gin my Wife shou'd ken aw this, I shou'd be very sorry.
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