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XXVII
i O where are a' my porter-boys
That I pay meat and fee, To open my yates baith wide and braid, Let her come in to me ?'
XXVIII
When she cam' in before the King, Fell low down on her knee:
6 Win up, win up, my daughter dear, This day ye'se dine wi' me.'—
XXIX
4Ae bit I canna eat, father,
Nor ae drop can I drink, Until I see my mither dear,
For Jang for her I think.'
XXX
When she cam' in before the queen, Fell low down on her knee;
' Win up, win up, my daughter dear, This day ye'se dine wi' me.'—
XXXI
' Ae bit I canna eat, mither,
Nor ae drop can I drink, Until I see my sister dear,
For lang for her I think.'
XXXII
When that these twa sisters met,
She hail'd her courteouslie ; ' Come ben, come ben, my sister dear.
This day ye se dine wi' me.'— |
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