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| SHE leaned her head against a thorn, | |
| The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa’; | |
| And there she has her young babe born, | |
| And the lyon shall be lord of a’. | |
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| “Smile no sae sweet, my bonnie babe, | 5 |
| The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa’; | |
| An ye smile sae sweet ye ’ll smile me dead,” | |
| And the lyon shall be lord of a’. * * * * * | |
| She ’s howket a grave by the light o’ the moon, | |
| The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa’; | 10 |
| And there she ’s buried her sweet babe in, | |
| And the lyon shall be lord of a’. | |
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| As she was going to the church, | |
| The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa’; | |
| She saw a sweet babe in the porch, | 15 |
| And the lyon shall be lord of a’. | |
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| “O bonnie babe, an ye were mine, | |
| The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa’; | |
| I ’d clead you in silk and sabelline,”— | |
| And the lyon shall be lord of a’.” | 20 |
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| “O mother mine, when I was thine, | |
| The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa’; | |
| To me ye were na half sae kind, | |
| And the lyon shall be lord of a’. | |
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| “But now I ’m in the heavens hie, | 25 |
| The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa’; | |
| And ye have the pains of hell to dree”— | |
| And the lyon shall be lord of a’. | |
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