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Clyde Water i
WILLIE stands in his stable door, And clapping at his steed, And over his white fingers His nose began to bleed.
II ' Gie corn unto my horse, mither,
Gie meat unto my man ; For I maun gang to Margaret's bour
Before the nicht comes on.'—
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i O bide at hame this nicht, Willie,
This ae bare nicht wi' me: The bestan bed in a' my house
Sail be well made to thee.
IV
' O bide at hame this nicht, Willie,
This ae bare nicht wi me : The bestan bird in a' the roost
At your supper, son, sail be,'—
v ' A' your beds and a' your roosts
I value not a pin ; But I sail gae to my love's gates
This nicht, gif I can win.'—
VI
' O stay at home, my son Willie, The wind blaws cauld an' sour;
The nicht will be baith mirk and late Before ye reach her hour,'— |
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