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The Overgate

This song is by The Tannahill Weavers.

As I cam in the overgate
I met a bonnie wee lass
She winked at me wi' the tail o' her e'e
As I went roving past

Wi' my rovin' eye fal-di-do-die rovin' eye down-derry wi' my rovin' eye

I asked her what her name
Might be she said "jemima rose"
And I live in the blaeberry lane
At the fit o' the buchan close

She took me up the winding stairs
Them being lang and dark
The money frae oot o' ma inside pooch
I tied to the tail o' my sark

We scarcely had got in the hoose
She took me to her room
And there she pulled the bottle oot
Before we baith sat doon

And a' nicht lang I dreamed
That I was lying wi' mima rose
When I awoke I was on my arse
At the fit o' the buchan close

So come a' ye jolly plooman lads
That gan oot for a walk
The money frae oot o' yer inside pooch
Tie on tae the tail o' yer sark

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