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THE EAEL OF MAE'S DAUGHTER. 177
They were a flock o' pretty birds,
Eight comely to be seen; The people view'd them wi' surprise,
As they danc'd on the green. i«
These birds ascended frae the tree,
And lighted on the ha'; And at the last wi' force did flee
Amang the nobles a'.
The storks there seized some o' the men, i« They cou'd neither fight nor flee;
The swans they bound the bride's best man, Below a green aik tree.
They lighted next on maidens fair,
Then on the bride's own head ; isc
And wi' the twinkling o' an e'e, The bride and them were fled.
There's ancient men at weddmgs been,
For sixty years or more; •But sic a curious wedding-day ^
They never saw before.
For naething cou'd the companie do,
Nor naething cou'd they say; But they saw a flock o' pretty birds
That took their bride away. i*>
VOL. I. 12