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Quo’ the fellow, “My canty chiel,

Deil blaw my pipes! yere the crack o’ the wa’,

And the best amang the hail!”

In the dead of night did they go to their beds,

And so did Cochrane’s daughter!

She rose over the bed ere the second cock,

Went jimply along the floor;

She’s stown her father’s death warrant,

Whilst the lubber loud did snore.

She’s gained the hills ere the hue and cry

They raised on Cochrane’s daughter!

But the King can write another brief,

For all the first be stown;

And once again the fellow rode,

With the warrant from London town.

Now out and alas! What can she do?

For the heart of Grizzy sank!

The red sun went down o’er the sea,

And the wind blew stiff and snell,

And as it shot by Grizzy’s lugs,

It sounded old Cochrane’s knell.

“But downa despair, ’tis a kittle carle!”

Said Cochrane’s Bonny daughter!

The larch and the tall fir shrieked with pain,

As they bent before the wind,

And down there fell the heavy rain,

Till sense and eyes were blind;

“A lang night ’tis ne’er sees a day,”