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THE WEARY COBLE O' CARGILL. 33
" There's ne'er a clean sark gae on my back,
Nor yet a kame gae in my hair; There's neither coal nor candle licht ss
Shall shine in my bouer for ever mair.
" At kirk nor market I'se ne'er be at, Nor yet a blythe blink in my ee ;
There's ne'er a ane shall say to anither,
That's the lassie gar'd the young man die." <s>
Between the yetts o' bonnie Stobha', And the kirkstyle o' bonnie Cargill,
There is mony a man and mother's son That was at my luve's burial. |
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