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My love stood at the loanin' side / An' held me by the hand, / The bonniest lad that e'er did bide / In a' this waefu' land -- / There's but ae bonnier to be seen / Frae Pentland to the sea, / And for his sake but yestre'en / I sent my love frae me.
I gi'ed my love the white white rose / That's at my feyther's wa', / It is the bonniest flower that grows / Whaur ilka flower is braw; / There's but ae bonnier that I ken / Frae Perth unto the main, / An' that's the flower o' Scotland's men / That's fechtin' for his ain.
Gin I had kept whate'er was mine / As I hae gie'd my best, / My he'rt were licht by day, and syne / The nicht wad bring me rest; / There is nae heavier he'rt to find / Frae Forfar toon to Ayr, / As aye I sit me doon to mind / On him I see nae mair.
Lad, gin ye fa' by Chairlie's side / To rid this land o' shame, / There winna be a prooder bride / Than her ye left at hame, / But I will seek ye whaur ye sleep / Frae lawlands to the peat, / An ilka nicht at mirk I'll creep / To lay me at yer feet.