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Her mither an' her sisters fair
Gar'd work for her a sark ; The tae half was o' cambrick fine,
The tither o' needle wark.
XXIV
The firstin kirk that they came till,
They gar'd the bells be rung, An' the nextin kirk that they came till,
They gar'd the mess be sung.
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The thirdin kirk that they came till,
They dealt gold for her sake, An' the fourthin kirk that they came till,
Lo, there they met her make!
XXVI
' Lay down, lay down the bigly bier,
Lat me the dead look on !'— Wi' cherry cheeks and ruby lips
She lay and smil'd on him.
XXVII
' O ae sheave o' your bread, true-love,
An' ae glass o' your wine ! For I hae fasted for your sake
These fully days is nine.
XXVIII
' Gang hame, gang hame, my seven bold brothers,
Gang hame and sound your horn; An' ye may boast in southin lands
Your sister 's play'd you scorn !'
make] mate, lover. sheave] slice.
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