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KEEDISDALE AND WISE WILLIAM. 87
For ye've unwashen hands, and ye've unwashen feet, ■">
To gae to clay wi' me.
" For the wee worms are my bedfellows,
And cauld clay is my sheets, And when the stormy winds do blow,
My body lies and sleeps." *>
REEDISDALE AND WISE WILLIAM.
Motherwell's Minstrehy, p. 298, and Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 70 : from recitation.
When Eeedisdale and Wise William
Was drinking at the wine, There fell a roosing them amang,
On one unruly time.
For some of them has roosed their hawks, »
And other some their hounds ; And other some their ladies fair,
And their bow'rs whare they walk'd in.
When out it spak him Reedisdale,
And a rash word spake he: ">
76. Unwashen hands and unwashen feel.—Alluding to the custom of washing and dressing dead bodies. S.