Ancient Scottish ballads, recovered from tradition, and never before ...

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And ye maun wash it in yon cistran,*
Oure the hills and far awa
Whare water never stood nor ran,
The cauld wind's blawn my plaid awa.
And ye maun dry it on yon hawthorn,
Oure the hills and far awa
Whare the sun ne'er shon sin man was born,"—
The cauld wind's blawn my plaid awa.
"Gin that courtesie I do for thee,
Oure the hills and far awa
Ye maun do this for me,
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The cauld wind's blawn my plaid awa.
Ye'll get an acre o' gude red-land f
Oure the hills and far awa
Atween the saut J sea and the sand,
The cauld wind's blawn my plaid awa.
I want that land for to be corn,
Oure the hills and far awa
* Cistran— cistern. \ Red-land—tilled land. \ Said—salt