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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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The Laily Worm
and the Machrel of the Sea I 'I WAS but seven year auld
When my mither she did dee; My father married the ae warst woman The warld did ever see.
II
' For she has made me the laily worm, That lies at the fit o' the tree,
An' my sister Masery she 's made The machrel of the sea.
in ; An' every Saturday at noon
The machrel comes to me, An' she takes my laily head
An' lays it on her knee, She kaims it wi' a silier kaim,
An' washes't in the sea.
IV
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' Seven knights hae I slain, Sin I lay at the fit of the tree,
An' ye war na my ain father, The eighth ane ye should be,'~
v u Sing on your song, ye laily worm,
That ye did sing to me,' ' I never sung tnat song but what
I would sing it to thee.
V laily] loathly.
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