I wad ha'e gi'en him my lips tae kiss, Had I been his, had I been his; Barley breid and elder wine, Had I been his as he is mine. The wanderin' bee it seeks the rose; Tae the lochan's bosom the burnie goes; The grey bird cries at evenin's fa', 'My luve, my fair one, come awa'.' My beloved sall ha'e this he'rt tae break, Reid, reid wine and the barley cake, A he'rt tae break, and a mou' tae kiss, Tho' he be nae mine, as I am his.
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