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And he's ta'en down the bush o' woodbine, Hung atween her bour and the witch carline ; 99 And he has kill'd the master kid, That ran beneath that ladye's bed;
And he has loosed her left foot shee,
And latten that ladye lighter be ;
And now he has gotten a bonny son, x
And meikle grace be him upon.