Ife cuddle her clofe, and gave her a Kifs, So bonny and blith as Fenny my Dear, Then open the Gates, and let me go free, In Liberty ftill I reckon to range, For why I have done no honest Man Wrong, The Parfon may take his Daughter again, For fhe'll be a Mammy before it is long, Then open the Gates and let me go free, Since Fenny the fair was willing and kind, That I have requited her Kindness still, Then open the Gates and let me go free, Her Daddy would have me to make her my Bride, It being a Place not safe and secure; Then Fenny farewell my Joy and my dear, My My Father he is a muckle good Laird, Then Sawny reply'd, Ife never refuse To fight for a Laird fo valiant and bold, While I have a Drop of Blood for to lose, E'er any fickle Loon fhall keep us in hold, To force open the Gates and fet ourselves free, With Sweards ready drawn they rid to the Gate, XLI. The |