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v But O an my young son was born
And set upon his nurse's knee And I mysel' were dead and gane,
For a maid again I'll never be!
There cam' a man into this house, And Jamie Lockhart was his name,
And it was told to my gude lord That I was owre in love wi' him.
O wae be unto thee, Blackwood, And ae an ill death may ye dee!
For ye was the first and foremost man That parted my gude lord and me.
I sent a word to my gude lord,
' Come down, and sit, and dine wiJ me, And I'll set thee on a chair of gowd, And a siller towel on thy knee.'—
• When cockle-shells turn silver bells, And mussell grow on every tree,
When frost and snow turns fire to burn, Then I'll sit down and dine wi' thee,'
When that my father he had word That my gude lord had forsaken me,
He sent a fifty brisk dragoons
To fetch me home to my ain countrie.