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I WILLIE, Willie, what makes you sae sad? | |
And the sun shines over the valleys and a | |
I lie sairly sick for the love of a maid. | |
Amang the blue flowers and the yellow and a. | |
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II O Whille, my son, Ill learn you a wile, | 5 |
How this pretty fair maid ye may beguile. | |
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III Ye maun lie doun just as ye were dead, | |
And tak your windin-sheet round your head. | |
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IV Ye maun gie the bellman his bell-groat, | |
To ring your dead-bell at your lovers yett. | 10 |
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V Willie lay doun just as he war dead, | |
And took his windin-sheet round his head. | |
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VI He gied the bellman his bell-groat | |
To ring his dead-bell at his lovers yett. | |
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VII O wha is this that is dead, I hear? | 15 |
O wha but Willie that loed ye sae dear? | |
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VIII She is hame to her fathers ain bour: | |
Ill gang to yon lyke-wake ae single hour. | |
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IX Ye maun tak with you your brither John; | |
Its not meet for maidens to venture alone. | 20 |
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X Ill not tak with me my brither John, | |
But Ill gang along myself all alone. | |
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XI Its when she cam to her true lovers yett, | |
She dealt the red gold round for his sak. | |
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XII Its when she came to her true lovers bed | 25 |
She lifted the sheet to look at the dead. | |
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XIII Hes taen her hand sae meek and sae sma, | |
[And cad her his wife before them a]. | |
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XIV Fair maid, ye cam without horse or boy, | |
But Ill send you home with a merry convoy. | 30 |
| GLOSS: yett] gate. lyke-wake] corpse-watching. |
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