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in She hadna been i' that bigly bower,
Na not a night but barely ane, Till there was Willie, her ain true love,
Chapp'd at the door, cryin' ' Peace within! '
' O whae is this at my bower door,
That chaps sae late, nor kens the gin ?'— ' O it is Willie, your ain true love,
I pray you rise an' let me in.'— v ' For a' sae weel as I like ye, Willie,
For a' sae weel as I ken the gin, I wadna for ten thousand pounds, love,
Na, no this night wad I let ye in.
' But in the green-wood is a wake, And at the wake there is a wane,
An' there I'll come as sune the morn, love, Na no a mile but barely ane.
i On my right hand I'll have a glo', love, And on my left hand I'll have nane;
I'll have wi' me my sisters six, love, And we will wauk the wood our lane.'
Then she 's gane to her bed again,
She has layen till the cock crew thrice,
An' then she said to her sisters a', ' Maidens, 'tis time for us to rise.