.As I roved out one fine summer's morn
'Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains
Wha should I spy but a fair young maid
As I wi' others was out a hunting
No shoes nor stockings did she wear>
And neither had she cap nor feather>
But her golden hair hung in ringlets fair>.
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