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There 's a French lord coming o'er the sea, as To wed and tak me hame."
" If we maun part this love, Janet,
It causeth mickle woe ; If we maun part this love, Janet,
It makes me into mourning go." so
" But ye maun gang to your three sisters,
Meg, Marion, and Jean; Tell them to come to Fair Janet,
In case that her days are dune."
Willie's awa' to his three sisters, w
Meg, Marion, and Jean; " 0 haste, and gang to Fair Janet,
I fear that her days are dune."
Some drew to them their silken hose,
Some drew to them their shoon, «
Some drew to them their silk manteils, Their coverings to put on ;
And they're awa' to Fair Janet, By the hie light o' the moon.
"01 have born this babe, "Willie, 45
Wi' mickle toil and pain; Take hame, take hame, your babe, Willie,
For nurse I dare be nane."