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The Witch o' Fife

Hurray, hurray, the jade's away,
Like a rocket of air with her bandalet!
I'm up in the air on my bonnie gray mare,
But I see her yet, I see her yet.
I'll ring the skirts o' the gowden wain
Wi' curb an' bit, wi' curb an' bit;
An' catch the Bear by the frozen mane—
An' I see her yet, I see her yet.
Away, away, o'er mountain an' main,
To sing at the morning's rosy yett;
An' water my mare at its fountain clear—
But I see her yet, I see her yet.
Away, thou bonnie witch o' Fife,
On foam of the air to heave an' flit,
An' little reck thou of a poet's life,
For he sees thee yet, he sees thee yet!