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236 THE HIREMAN CHIEL. |
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She has written a broad letter,
And seal'd it wi' her hand, And dropt it at the stable door, 7S
Where the young man did stand.
" I am in love, my hireman chiel,
I'm deip in love wi thee; And if ye think me worth your love,
I' the garden green meet me." so
When he had read the letter o'er,
A loud loud laugh gae he ; Said, " If I manage my business well,
I'm sure to get my fee."
At night they met behind a tree, ss
Low in the garden green, To tell their tale among the flowers,
And view the e'ening scene.
Next morning by the rising sun,
She, with her maries fair, »
Walk'd to the fields to see the plow,
And meet the hireman there.
" Good morn, good morn, my lady gay,
I wonder much at you, To rise so early in the morn, w
While fields are wet wi dew, To hear the linnets on the thorn,
And see the plow-boy plow."
" But I wonder much at you, young man, I wonder much at you, i<* |
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