A proper New Ballad, Entituled,
The wind hath blown my Plaid away,
Or, A discourse betwixt a young Man, and the Elphin-Knight,
To be sung, with its own pleasant New Tune.
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The Elphin Knight sits on yon Hill,
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Ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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He blows his Horn both lowd and shril,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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He blows it East, he blowes it West,
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Ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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He blowes it where he lyketh best,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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I wish that Horn were in my Kiss,
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Ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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Yea, and the Knight in my Armes two
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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She had no sooner these words said,
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Ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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When that the Knight came to her bed,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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Thou art over young a Maid quoth he,
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Ba ba, ba, lilli, ba.
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Married with me if thou wouldst be,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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I have a sister younger then I,
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Ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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And she was married yesterday,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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Married with me if thou wouldst be,
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Ba, ba. ba, lilli, ba,
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A Courtesie thou must do to me,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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For thou must shape a Sark to me,
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Ba, ba, ba. lilli, ba,
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Without any cut or heme, quoth he,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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Thou must shape it needle & Sheerlesse,
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Ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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And also sue it needle-Threedlesse,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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If that piece of Courtesie I do to thee,
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Ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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Another thou must do to me,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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I have an Aiker of good Ley-land,
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Ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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Which lyeth low by yon Sea-strand,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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For thou must eare it with thy Horn,
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Ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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So must thou sow it with thy Corn,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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And bigg a Cart of stone and Lyme,
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Ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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Robin-Red-breast he must trail it hame,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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Thou must Barn it in a Mouse-holl,
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Ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba.
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And thrash it into thy shoes soll,
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the wind hoth blown my Plaid awa.
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And thou must Winnow it in thy looff,
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ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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And also seek it in thy Glove,
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the wind hath blown thy Plaid awa.
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For thou must bring it over the sea,
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ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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And thou must bring it dry home to me,
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the wind hath blown thy Plaid awa.
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When thou hast gotten thy turns well-done
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ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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Then come to me & get thy Sack then,
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the wind hath blown my Plaid awa.
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Il not quite my Plaid for my life;
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ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba,
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It haps my seven bairns and my wife
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the wind shal not blow my Plaid awa.
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My Maiden-head, Ile then keep still,
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ba, ba, ba, lilli, ba.
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Let the Elphin-Knight do what he will
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the winds not blown my plaid awa.
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My Plaid awa, my Plaid awa,
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and ere the hill and far awa,
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And far awa, to Norrowa
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my Plaid shall not be blown awa.
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