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Rob Roy
ROB ROY—I
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Rob Roy is frae the Highlands comeUnto the Scottish border,
And he has stolen a lady gay,
To keep his house in order.
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He and his crew surrounded the house;No tidings came before him,
Or else I'm sure she wad been gone,
For she did still abhore him.
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He drew her thro amang his crew,She holding by her mother;
With watery eyes and mournfu cries
They parted from each other.
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He's set her on a milk-white steed,Himself jumped on behind her,
And he's awa to the Highland hills,
And her friends they couldna find her.
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‘O be content, be content,O be content and stay, lady,
And never think of going back
Until your dying day, lady.’
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As they went over hills and dales,This lady oftimes fainted;
Cries, Wae be to that cursed money
This road to me invented!
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‘O dinna think, O dinna think,O dinna think to ly, lady;
O think na ye yersell weel matchd
On sic a lad as me, lady?
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‘What think ye o my coal-black hair,But and my twinkling een, lady,
A little bonnet on my head,
And cocket up aboon, lady?
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‘O dinna think, O dinna think,O dinna think to ly, lady;
O think nae ye yersell weel matchd
On sic a lad as me, lady?
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‘Rob Roy was my father calld,But Gregory was his name, lady;
There was neither duke nor lord
Could eer succeed his fame, lady.
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‘O may not I, may not I,May not I succeed, lady?
My old father did so design;
O now but he is dead, lady.
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‘My father was a hedge about his friends,A heckle to his foes, lady,
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He hit them oer the nose, lady.
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‘I['m] as bold, I['m] as bold,I['m] as bold, and more, lady,
And every one that does me wrong
Shall feel my good claymore, lady.
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‘You need not fear our country cheer,Ye'se hae good entertain, lady;
For ye shall hae a feather-bed,
Both lang and broad and green, lady.
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‘Come, be content, come, be content,Come, be content and stay, lady,
And never think of going back
Until yer dying day, lady.’
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Twa held her up before the priest,Four laid her in her bed,
And sae mournfully she weeping cry'd
When she by him was laid!
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‘Come, dinna think, come, dinna think,Come, dinna think to ly, lady;
You'll surely think yersell weel matchd
On sic a lad as me, lady.
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‘Come, be content, come, be content,Come, be content and stay, lady,
And never think of going back
Until your dying day, lady.’
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