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Och, what was it got me at all that time / To promise I'd marry a Rachray man? / An' now he'll not listen to rason or rhyme, / He's strivin' to hurry me all that he can. / "Come on, an' ye "be" to come on!" says he, / "Ye're bound for the Island, to live wi' me."
See Rachray Island beyont in the bay, / An' the dear knows what they be doin' out there / But fishin' an' fightin' an' tearin' away, / An' who's to hindher, an' what do they care? / The goodness can tell what 'ud happen to me / When Rachray 'ud have me, "anee, anee!"