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44. The Mauchline Lady: A Fragment
WHEN first I came to Stewart Kyle,
My mind it was na steady;
Where’er I gaed, where’er I rade,
A mistress still I had aye.
But when I came roun’ by Mauchline toun,
Not dreadin anybody,
My heart was caught, before I thought,
And by a Mauchline lady.
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