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THE WEARY COBLE 0' CARGILL. 31
She was the lass o' Balathy toun, s
And he the butler o' Stobhall; And mony a time she wauked late,
To bore the coble o' Cargill.
His bed was made in Kercock ha',
Of gude clean sheets and of the hay; 10 He wudna rest ae nicht therein,
But on the prude waters he wud gae.
His bed was made in Balathy toun, Of the clean sheets and of the strae;
But I wat it was far better made, 11
Into the bottom o' bonnie Tay.
She bored the coble in seven pairts,
I wat her heart might hae been sae sair;
For there she got the bonnie lad lost,
Wi' the curly locks and the yellow hair. 20
He put his foot into the boat,
He little thocht o' ony ill: But before that he was mid waters,
The weary coble began to fill.
" Woe be to the lass o' Balathy toun, 25
I wat an ill death may she die ; For she bored the coble in seven pairts,
And let the waters perish me !