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THE LAILY WORM
41 was but seven year auld,
When my mither she did dee ;
My father married the ae warst woman The warld did ever see.
' For she changed me to the laily worm, That lies at the fit o' the tree,
And my sister Masery
To the machrel of the sea.
i And every Saturday at noon
The machrel comes to me, An' she takes my laily head
An' lays it on her knee, An' kames it wi' a siller kame,
An' washes it i' the sea.
i Seven knights hae I slain Sin I lay at the fit o' the tree ;
An' ye war na my ain father, The eighth ane ye should be.'
He sent for his lady,
As fast as send could he : ' Whar is my son that ye sent frae me,
And my daughter, Lady Masery ?'—
' Your son is at our king's court,
Serving for meat an' fee, An' your daughter's at our queen's court,
The queen's maiden to be.'—