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C OSPATRICK has sent o'er the faem: Cospatrick brought his ladye hame.
II Full seven score ships have come her wP, The ladye by the grene-wood tree.
HI There was twaP and twal' wi' baken bread, And twal' and twaP wi' the goud sae red:
And twaP and twaP wi' beer and wine, And twal' and twal' wi' muskadine :
And twal' and twaP wi' bouted flour,
And twal' and twaP wi' paramour.
Sweet Willy was a Widow's son, And at her stirrup he did run.
And she was clad in the finest pall, But aye she let the tears down fall.
' O lady, sits your saddle awry ? Or is your steed for you owre high ?
' Or are you mourning in your tide That you suld be Cospatrick's bride ? ''
' I am not mourning at this tide That I suld be Cospatrick's bride :
bouted] bolted, sifted. paramour] meaning here uncertain. pall] fine cloth.