A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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^'^ I darena open the door to you.
Nor darena lat yen in ;
For my mitlier she is fast asleep.
And darena mak nae din."
^' O gin ye winna open the door.
Nor yet be kind to me.
Now tell me o' some out-chamber.
Where I this nicht may be."
^' Ye canna win in this nicht, Willie,
Nor here ye canna be ;
For I've nae chambers out nor in,
Nae ane but barely three.
^' The tane o* them is fu' o' corn.
The titlier is fu o' hay
The tither is fu o' merry young men.
They winna remove till day."
^' O fare ye weel, then, may Margaret,
Sin better manna be;
I've win my mother's malison.
Coming this nicht to thee."
He's mounted on his coal-black steed,
O, but his heart was wae
But ere he came to Clyde's water,
'Twas half up o'er the brae.
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* * * he plunged in,
But never raise again.
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