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

Weel spread owre wi' the blue blaewort*
That grows amang corn-land."
O fare ye weil, young man, she says,
Fareweil, and I bid adieu;
Sin yeVe provided a weed for me
Amang the simmer flowers,
It's Fse provide anither for you,
Amang the winter-showers
The new fawn snaw to be your smock,
It becomes your bodie best;
Your head sail be wrapt wi' the eastern wind,
And the cauld rain on your breist.
* Blaewort—-blue bottle.
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