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" 0 whae is this at my bower door, That chaps sae late, or kens the gin ? "
" 0 it is Willie, your ain true love, "
I pray you rise an' let me in !"
" But in my bower there is a wake, An' at the wake there is a wane ;
But I'll come to the green-wood the morn, Whar blooms the brier, by mornin' dawn." ao
Then she's gane to her bed again,
Where she has layen till the cock crew thrice, Then she said to her sisters a',
" Maidens, 'tis time for us to rise."
She pat on her back her silken gown, 25
An' on her breast a siller pin, An' she's ta'en a sister in ilka hand,
An' to the green-wood she is gane.
She hadna walk'd in the green-wood,
Na not a mile but barely ane, a>
Till there was Willie, her ain true love, Wha frae her sisters has her ta'en.
He took her sisters by the hand,
He kiss'd them baith, an' sent them hame, An' he's ta'en his true love him behind, as
And through the green-wood they are gane.