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' O we were sisters, sisters seven ; We were the fairest under heaven. XLII
f We had nae mair for our seven years' wark But to shape and sew the King's son a sark.
' It fell on a summer's afternoon, When a' our langsome task was done,
' We cast the kevils us amang
To see which suld to the grene-wood gang.
' Ohone, alas ! for I was the youngest, And aye my weird it was the hardest.
' The kevil it did on me fa', Which was the cause of a' my wae.
' For to the grene-wood I must gae, To pu' the red rose and the slae ;
'To pu' the red rose and the thyme To deck my mother's bour and mine.
' I hadna pu'd a flower but ane, When by there came a gallant hende,
L ' Wi' high-coll'd hose and laigh-coll'd shocn, And he seem'd to be some Kingis son.
kevils] lots. hende"] courteous youth. high-coll'd,
laigh-coU'd] high-cut, low-cut.
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