Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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178                 THE DROWNED LOVERS.
" My barns are fu' o' corn, Willie,
My stables are fu' o' hay;                             eo
My bowers are fu' o' gentlemen ; They'll nae remove till day."
" 0 fare-ye-well, my fause Meggie,
O farewell, and adieu; I've gotten my mither's malison,                     w
This night coming to you."
As he rode ower yon high, high hill,
And down yon dowie den ; The rushing that was in Clyde's water
Took Willie's cane frae him.                       
He lean'd him ower his saddle bow,
To catch his cane again ; The rushing that was in Clyde's water
Took Willie's hat frae him.
He lean'd him ower his saddle bow,              re
To catch his hat thro' force ; The rushing that was in Clyde's water
Took Willie frae his horse.
His brither stood upo' the bank,
Says, " Fye, man, will ye drown ?               so
Yell turn ye to your high horse head,
And learn how to sowm."