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Then he is on to Margaret's bour,
And tirled at the pin ; But doors were steek'd and windows barr'd,
And nane wad let him in.
' O open the door to me, Marg'ret!
O open and let me in ! For my boots are fu' o' Clyde's water
And the rain rins owre my chin.'—
xv i I darena open the door to ycu,
Nor darena let you in ; For my mither she is fast asleep,
And I maun mak' nae din.'—
' O hae ye ne'er a stable ?' he says,
' Or hae ye ne'er a barn ? Or hae ye ne'er a wild-goose house
Where I might rest till morn ?'—
' My barn it is fu' o' corn,' she says,
' My stable is fu' o' hay; My house is fu' o' merry young men ;
They winna remove till day.'—
' O fare ye weel then, May Marg'ret,
Sin' better may na be ! I've gotten my mither's malison
This nicht, coming to thee,'