Last year at Lady Mary's fair when I was in Dundee
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I fell in with an old sweetheart and he being on a spree
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His company I did accept and with him I did go
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But to my sad misfortune it proved my poor 'through
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We wandered east we wandered west we wandered through the lawn
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He said he'd see me home that night but home I never saw
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He kept beside me all the while resolved to have his will
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And by and by we lost our way, at the back of Rare's Hill
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For when we got to Rare's Hill, the laddie said to me
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We can't go home tonight my dear, it's far to late you'll see
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But the night is warm and in my bush, I've got another drill
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And we can lie down here, content, at the back of Rare's Hill
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For then he poured a nipper piece to quiet all alarm
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When I awoke in the morning we were locked in each other's arms
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He handed me the bottle, another glass to fill
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And I drank his heath, in store o'wealth, at the back of Rare's Hill
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And then the lad he said to me, "Oh lassie do not mourn"
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"For while I draw the breath of life from you I'll never harm"
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"If you will come to yonder town, my wedded wife you'll be"
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"we'll be the happiest couple t'was ever in Dundee"
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So it's may I never prosper, and may I never thrive
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In anything I take in hand as long as I'm alive
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If e'er I say I rue the day, my laddie had his will
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Success to Lady Mary's fair, and the back of Rare's Hill.
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Rares Hill
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Mary Black |