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" "Will ye tell me, ye little wee boy, us
"Where may my Margaret be ? "
" She's just now standing at your yates, And my six brithers her wi'."
" 0 where are all my porter boys
That I pay meat and fee, ia>
To open my yates baith wide and braid ? Let her come in to me."
"When she came in before the king, Fell low down on her knee: " "Win up, win up, my daughter dear, ias
This day ye'U dine wi me."
" Ae bit I canno' eat, father, Nor ae drop can I drink, Till I see my mither and sister dear,
For lang for them I think." ho
When she came before the queen,
Fell low down on her knee :
" "Win up, win up, my daughter dear,
This day ye'se dine wi' me."
" Ae bit I canno' eat, mither, us
Nor ae drop can I drink, Until I see my dear sister, For lang for her I think."