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From Herd's Scottish Songs, (i. 143.)
As Bothwell was walking in the lowlands alane,
Hey down, and a down, He met six ladies sae gallant and fine,
Hey down, and a down.
He cast his lot amang them a', s
And on the youngest his lot did fa'.
He's brought her frae her mother's bower, Unto his strongest castle and tower.
But ay she cry'd and made great moan,
And ay the tear came trickling down. 10
" Come up, come up," said the foremost man, " I think our bride comes slowly on."
" 0 lady, sits your saddle awry, Or is your steed for you owre high ? "
" My saddle is not set awry, us
Nor carries me my steed owre high;