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' If we maun part this love, Janet,
It causeth mickle woe; If we maun part this love, Janet,
It makes me in mourning go.'—
' But ye maun gang to your three sisters,
Meg, Marion and Jean ; Tell them to come to Pair Janet,
In case that her days are dune.'
Willie 's awa' to his three sisters,
Meg, Marion and Jean : ' O haste and gang to Fair Janet,
I fear that her days are dune! '
Some drew to them their silken hose, Some drew to them their shoon,
Some drew to them their silk manteils, Their coverings to put on ;
And they're awa' to Fair Janet By the hie light o' the moon. . . .
' O I have borne this babe, Willie,
Wi' mickle toil and pain; Take hame, take hame your babe, Willie,
For nurse I dare be nane.'
He's ta'en his young son in his arms
And kiss'd him cheek and chin, And he 's awa' to his mother's bower By the hie light o' the moon. 238