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" I am the most unhappy man, That ever was in Christen land! I courted a maiden, meik and mild, a
And I hae gotten naething but a woman wi' child."—
" 0 stay, my son, into this ha', And sport ye wi' your merrymen a'; And I will to the secret bour, To see how it fares wi' your paramour."— »
The carline she was stark and sture, She aff the hinges dang the dure; " 0 is your bairn to laird or loun, Or is it to your father's groom ? "—
* 0 hear me, mother, on my knee, es
Till my sad story I tell to thee: 0 we were sisters, sisters seven, We were the fairest under heaven.
" It fell on a summer's afternoon, When a' our toilsome task was done, ro
We cast the kevils us amang, To see which suld to the grene-wood gang.
" Ohon ! alas, for I was youngest, And aye my wierd it was the hardest! The kevil it on me did fa', «
Whilk was the cause of a' my woe.