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Unkempt for many a day,

And she said, “To save my father’s life,

I aiblins ken a way:

Give me thy love, that I fortune prove?”

Quo’ Cochrane’s bonny daughter!

She rode away thro’ the stragglling town,

Of beggart Hadingtown,

Syne by Dunbar, thro’ Coppersmith,

Till to Berwick she has come:

And she rapped right loud on the barred gates,

Did Cochrane’s bonny daughter!

She slept all night and she rose betimes,

And crossed the long bridge of the Tweed;

And over the moor at Tweedmouth brae,

Sore draggit was her woman’s weed;

And lightin’ down by Haggerston Shaws,

Did Cochrane’s Bonny Grizzy!

A cloak she drew from her saddlebag,

With trunks and a doublet fair;

She cut off with a folding knife,

Her long and raven hair;

And she dressed herself in laddie’s clothes,

Did Cochrane’s Bonny Grizzy!

The horseman rode into Belford town,

Who carried the London mail,

Bold Grizzy she sought the hostel out,

And there with a couthy tale,

Forgathered with the London Post,

Did Cochrane’s Bonny Grizzy!

She roared the loudest of them a’,