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

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Ye'se get a' the flowers in my garden,
To be to you a weed.*
The lily white sail be your smock,
It becomes your body best
Your head sail be busktf wi' gelly-flower,
Wi' the primrose in your breist.
Your gown sail be the Sweet William;
Your coat the camovine;^:
Your apron o' the sallads neat,
That taste baith sweet and fine.
Your hose sail be the brade kail-blade§,
That is baith brade and lang;
Narrow, narrow, at the cute, ||
And brade, brade at the brawn.
Your gloves sail be the marigold,
All glittering to your hand,
* Weed—dress, f Buskt—decked. \ Camovine—camomile.
§ Brade kail-blade—broad leaf of colewort. || Cute—ancle.
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