Ronalds Of The Bennals, The

al or twa, man;

the laird o' blackbyre wad gang through the fire,

if that wad entice her awa, man.

the laird o' braehead has been on his speed,

for mair than a towmond or twa, man;

the laird o' the ford will straught on a board,

if he a get her at a', man.

then anna es in, the pride o' her kin,

the boast of our bachelors a', man:

sae sonsy and sweet, sae fully plete,

she steals our affes awa, man.

if i should detail the pid the wale

o' lasses that live here awa, man,

the fau't wad be mine if they didna shine

the sweetest a o' them a', man.

i lo'e her mysel, but dareell,

my poverty keeps me in awe, man;

for making o' rhymes, and w at times,

does little or hing at a', man.

yet i wadna choose to let her refuse,

nor hae't in her power

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