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THE DROWNED LOVERS. 179
" How can I turn to my horse head,
And learn how to sowm ? I've gotten my mither's malison, as
Its here that I maun drown!" ■
The very hour this young man sank
Into the pot sae deep, Up it waken'd his love, Meggie,
Out o' her drowsy sleep. to
" Come here, come here, my mither dear,
And read this dreary dream; I dream'd my love was at our gates,
And nane wad let him in."
" Lye still, lye still now, my Meggie. 95
Lye still and tak your rest; Sin' your true love was at your yates,
It's but twa quarters past."
Nimbly, nimbly raise she up,
And nimbly pat she on ; 100
And the higher that the lady cried,
The louder blew the win.'
The first an' step that she stepp'd in,
She stepped to the queet; " Ohon, alas !" said that lady, 105
" This water's wond'rous deep."