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70 THE CLEKK's TWA SONS O' OWSENFORD.
It neither grew in syke nor ditch,
Nor yet in ony sheuch ; But at the gates o* Paradise
That birk grew fair eneuch.
" Blow up the fire, now, maidens mine, a
Bring water from the well; For a' my house shall feast this night,
Since my twa sons are well.
" 0 eat and drink, my merry-men a',
The better shall ye fare ; S"
For my two sons they are come hame To me for evermair."
And she has gane and made their bed,
She's made it saft and fine; And she's happit them wi' her gay mantil, 35
Because they were her ain.
But the young cock crew in the merry Linkum, And the wild fowl chirped for day ;
And the aulder to the younger said,
" Brother, we maun away. «
" The cock doth craw, the day doth daw, The channerin worm doth chide ;
Gin we be missed out o' our place, A sair pain we maun bide."