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Out an' spak the bride's maidens, 6s
They spak a word o' pride ; Says, " Whare is a' the fine cleiding ?
Its we maun busk the bride."
" Deal hooly wi' my head, maidens,
Deal hooly wi' my hair, ro
For it was washen late yestreen, And it is wonder sair.
" My maidens, easy wi' my back,
And easy wi' my side; O set my saddle saft, Willie, m
I am a tender bride."
0 up then spak the southland lord,
And blinkit wi' his ee ; " I trow this lady's born a bairn,"
Then laucht loud lauchters three. so
" Ye hae gi'en me the gowk, Annet,
But I'll gie you the scorn; For there's no a bell in a' the town
Shall ring for you the morn."
Out and spak then sweet Willie, as
" Sae loud's I hear you lie, There's no a bell in a' the town
But shall ring for Annet and me."