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BURD ELLEN. |
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"01 learnt it wi' my bower woman.
And I learnt it for my weal, Whanever I cam to wan water, is
To swim like ony eel."
But the firsten stap the lady stappit,
The water came till her knee ; " Ochon, alas! " said the lady,
" This water's o'er deep for me." at)
The nexten stap the lady stappit, The water came till her middle;
And sighin says that gay lady, " I've wat my gouden girdle."
The thirden stap the lady stappit, 25
The water came till her pap; And the bairn that was in her twa sides
For cauld began to quake.
" Lie still, lie still, my ain dear babe ;
Ye work your mother wae : a>
Your father rides on high horse back,
Cares little for us twae."
0 about the midst o' Clyde's water
There was a yeard-fast stane; He lightly turn'd his horse about, sa
And took her on him behin. |
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