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THE CRUEL MOTHER
She 's cover'd them o'er wi' a marble stane, Thinking she wad gang maiden hame.
She lookit out owre her castle wa'
And saw twa naked boys play at the ba.'
' O bonny boys, gin ye were mine I wad deed you in silk and sabelline.
' O I would dress you in the silk, And wash you ay in morning milk.'—
' O mother dear, when we were thine, You didna prove to us sae kind.
xv ' O cruel mother, we were thine And thou made us to wear the twine,
' But now we're in the heavens hie,
Fine Jlonvers in the valley And ye have the pains o' hell to drie '—
And the green leaves they groiv rarely ; Ten thousand times good night and be wOf thee I
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