Just wanted to add that this song appears in British Ballads from Maine by Barry / Eckstorm / Smyth The source is Mrs McGill, from Chamcook New Brunswick (originally from Kirkudbright Scotland) collected in 1928. The Laird o' Drum THE LAIRD O' DRUM It's up yon wild an' lonely glen Beside there's many a lofty mountain 'T was there I spied a bonny lass Ae day as I rode out a-huntin' Her face was fair, her heart was true Her features they were comely, slender Her dooncast looks an' sparklin' e'e Has cast my hairt nae mair tae wander Says I fair lass whaur is thy hame? In maire or dell, pray tell me whither? Kind sir, I tent my fleecy flocks That feed amang the bonny heather It's wull ye wed the Laird o' Drum An sleep wi' him on a bed o' feathers? Ye'll wear fine silks and' satins braw An' be the flower amang the heather O, it's 'deed kin' sir,your offer's fair I really think wi' me ye're jokin' For ye are sure some rich man's heir An' I a lowly shepherd's daughter It's true , I am my faither's heir, But he can ne'er control my fancy; For it's herdin' sheep on yon hill side I'll gang wi' you, my lovely Nancy
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