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6 THE LOCHMABEN HARPER
When she came to the Harper's door, There she gae mony a nicher and snear;
" Rise," quo' the wife, " thou lazy lass,
Let in thy master and his mare." «>
Then up she raise, pat on her claes, And lookit out through the lock hole ;
" 0, by my sooth," then quoth the lass, " Our mare has gotten a braw big foal."
" Come haud thy peace, thou foolish lass, a
The moon's but glancing in thy ee, I'll wad my haill fee 'gainst a groat,
It's bigger than e'er our foal will be."
The neighbours too that heard the noise
Cried to the wife to put her in ; 70
" By my sooth," then quoth the wife, " She's better than ever he rade on."
But on the morn at fair day light, When they had ended a' their chear,
King Henry's Wanton Brown was stawn, w
And eke the poor old Harper's mare.
"Alace ! alace! " says the silly blind Harper,
"Alace ! alace ! that I came here, In Scotland I've tint a braw cowte foal,
In England they've stawn my guid grey mare."