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                                        It was in the pleasant month of June
                                        When gentle ladies walk their lane,
                                        When woods and valleys a' grow green
                                        And the sun it shines sae clearly.

                                        Doon in yon grove I spied a swain,
                                        He'd a shepherd's sheep-club in his hand,
                                        He was drivin' yowes oot ower the knowes,
                                        And he was a weel-faured laddie.

                                        "Come tell to me whit is your trade,
                                        Or by whit airt you win your breid,
                                        Or by whit airt you win your bried
                                        When herdin' ye give over ?"

                                        "Makin' spindles is my trade,
                                        And findin' sticks in time o' need,
                                        For I'm a beggar to my trade;
                                        Noo, lassie could ye love me ?"

                                        "I could love ye as many fold
                                        As Jacob loved Rachel of old,
                                        As Jesse loved his cups of gold,
                                        My laddie, if ye'll believe me ?"

                                        "Then ye'll tak' aff your robes o' reid,
                                        And ye'll pit on the beggin' weed,
                                        And ye'll follow hard by at my back
                                        And ye'll be the beggar's dawtie."

                                        And when they cam' to yonder toon
                                        They bocht a loaf and they baith sat doon,
                                        They bocht a loaf and they baith sat doon,
                                        And the lassie ate wi' her laddie.

                                        But the lassie's courage began to fail,
                                        And her rosie cheeks grew wan and pale,
                                        And the tears cam' trinklin' doon like hail
                                        Or a heavy shower in summer.

                                        "O, gin I were on yonder hill
                                        Where my faither's flocks do feed their fill,
                                        I would sit me doon and greet a while
                                        For the followin' o' my laddie."

                                        When they cam' to yon marble gate,
                                        Sae boldly as he knocked thereat,
                                        He rappit loud and he rappit late,
                                        And he rappit there sae rudely.

                                        Then four-and-twenty gentlemen
                                        Cam' oot to welcome the beggar hame,
                                        And just as mony ladies gay,
                                        To welcome the young knicht's lady.

                                        His brither John stood next the wa',
                                        He laughed till he was-like to fa' :
                                        "O brither, I wish we had beggit a'
                                        For sic a bonnie lassie."

                                        "Yestreen, I was the beggar's bride,
                                        This nicht I'll lay doon by his side,
                                        I've come to gweed by my misguide,
                                        For noo I'm the young knicht's lady."

Footnote : The story of the young woman marrying a beggar, who is finally discovered to be a man of substance, was a favourite theme in Scottish songs. Child, who printed five versions of this ballad, described it as 'a sort of Gaberlunyie Man with a romantic conclusion.'



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