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He 's mounted on his coal-black steed, — O but his heart was wae I
But ere he came to Clyde's water 'Twas half up ovvre the brae.
' An hey, Willie ! an hoa, Willie!
Winna ye turn agen ?' But aye the louder that she cried
He rade agenst the win'.
As he rade owie yon high high hill,
And doun yon dowie den, The roaring that was in Clyde's water
Wad fley'd a thousand men.
Then he rade in, and farther in,
Till he cam' to the chine; The rushing that was in Clyde's water
Took Willie's riding-cane.
He lean'd him owre his saddle-bow To catch the rod by force ;
The rushing that was in Clyde's water Took Willie frae his horse,
' O how can I turn my horse's head ?
How can I learn to sowm ? I've gotten my mither's malison,
And it's here that I maun drown !'