| It fell on a day, a bonnie, bonnie day
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| When the corn grew green and yellow
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| That there fell out a great dispute
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| Between Argyll and Airlie
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| Argyll, he’s raised up five hundred men
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| Five hundred men and many
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| He’s led 'em down to the bonnie Dunkell
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| Made them shoot the bonnie house of Airlie
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| A Lady was looking over the castle walls
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| And oh, but she looks weary
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| And there she spied the great Argyll
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| Come to plunder the bonnie house of Airlie
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| «Come down the stairs, Lady» he said
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| «Come down and kiss me fairly»
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| «I'll not come down nor kiss you» she said
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| «Though you won’t leave a standing stone at Airlie»
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| I have but one favour to ask of thee Argyll
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| And, I hope, that you will grant me fairly
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| Oh, take me down to some dark, dowry town
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| Where I can’t see the plundering of Airlie
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| He’s taken her by her left shoulder
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| And oh, but she looks weary
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| He’s led her up to the top of the town
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| Made her watch the plundering of Airlie
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| Oh, fire on, fire on my many men all
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| And see that you fire clearly
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| Oh, I vow and I swear by this broad sword I wear
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| I won’t leave a standing stone at Airlie
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| If the great Sir John had been but at home
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| As he is this night wi' Prince Charlie
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| Neither Argyll nor any Scottish Lord
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| Dare have plundered the bonnie house of Airlie
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| Seven, seven son’s I’ve born unto him
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| And the eight ne’er saw his daddy
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| If I were to bear a hundred more
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| They’d all draw sword for Prince Charlie
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| Oh, if I were to bear a hundred more
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| They’d all draw sword for Prince Charlie |