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The Merchant's Son A merchant's son, he lived in wrong And tae the beggin' he has gone; He mounted on a noble steed And awa' wi' pleasure he did ride. cho: Fal al the dooral i do Fal al the day. A beggar wench he chanced tae meet A beggar wench of low degree. He toolc pity on her distress, An' says: "My lass, you've got a bonny face" They both inclined noo tae have a drink Into a public house they both went; They both drunk ale and brandy too Till the both o' them got rollin' fu'. They both inclined noo tae go tae bed Soon under cover they were laid; Strong ale and brandy went tae their heid And both now slept as they were deid. Later on this wench she rose, And put on noo the merchant's clothes With his hat so high and his sword sae clear For she's awa' wi' the merchant's gear. Early next morning the merchant rose And looking round for tae find his clothes There's nothing left into the room, But a ragged petticoat and a linsey goun. The merchant being a stranger to the toon He put on the old coat and goun; And down the street he soundly swore He would never lie with a beggar no more. Recorded by Norman Kennedy RG
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