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THE LAILY WORM
'Ye lee, ye lee, ye ill woman,
Sae loud as I hear ye lee ; My son 's the laily worm,
That lies at the fit o' the tree, And my daughter, Lady Masery,
Is the machrel of the sea !'
She has tane a siller wan', An' gi'en him strokes three,
And he's started up the bravest knight That ever your eyes did see.
She has ta'en a small horn, An' loud an' shrill blew she,
An' a' the fish came her untill But the machrel of the sea:
' Ye shapeit me ance an unseemly shape, An' ye's never mare shape me.'
He has sent to the wood
For whins and for hawthorn,
An' he has ta'en that gay lady, An' there he did her burn.