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514. Song—The Lass o' Ecclefechan

 GAT ye me, O gat ye me,
 O gat ye me wi’ naething?
Rock an reel, and spinning wheel,
 A mickle quarter basin:
Bye attour my Gutcher has
 A heich house and a laich ane,
A’ forbye my bonie sel,
 The toss o’ Ecclefechan.
O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang, O haud your tongue and jauner I held the gate till you I met, Syne I began to wander: I tint my whistle and my sang, I tint my peace and pleasure; But your green graff, now Lucky Lang, Wad airt me to my treasure.

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