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Some put on the gay green robes,
And some put on the brown ; But Janet put on the scarlet robes,
Shone foremost thro' the town.
And some they mounted the black steed, And some mounted the brown ;
But Janet mounted the milk-white steed, Rode foremost thro' the town.
' O wha will guide your horse, Janet ?
O wha will guide him best : '— ' O wha but Willie, my true-love ?
He kens I love him best.'
And when they came to Mary's kirk
To tie the holy ban', Fair Janet's colour gaed and came,
And her cheek look'd pale and wan.
xxu When dinner it was past and done,
And dancing to begin, ' O we'll go take the bride's maidens.
And we'll go fill the ring.'
O ben then came the auld French lord, Saying, ' Bride, will ye dance wi' me r v—
' Awa', awa', ye auld French lord! Your face I downa see.' 240