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i O I'll take the scales o' gowd frae my hair, And I'll follow you for evermair.'
XXXI
She has cast awa' the brown and the red, And she 's follow'd him to beg her bread.
XXXII
She has ta'en the scales o' gowd frae her hair And she 's follow'd him for evermair.
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XXXIII
But atween the kitchen and the ha' He has let his cloutie cloak down fa'.
XXXIV
And the red gowd shined over him a', With a hey lillelu, and a hoiv lo Ian ;
And the bride frae the bridegroom was stown awa5, And the btrk and the broom b.'oivs bonnle. |
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AY Margaret sits in her bower door Sewing her silken seam; She heard a note in Elmond's wood, And wish'd she there had been.
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She loot the seam fa' frae her side,
The needle to her tae, And she is on to Elmond's wood
As fast as she could gae.
clootie] full of clouts, patched. • stown] stolen. loot] let. tae] toe.
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