2 'O pay me, Lord Wearie,
come, pay me my fee:
'I canna pay you, Lamkin,

for I maun gang oer the sea.'

3'0 pay me now, Lord Wearie,

come, pay me out o hand:' 'I canna pay you, Lamkin, unless I sell my land.'

4 'O gin ye winna pay me,

I here sall mak a vow,
Before that ye come hame again,
ye sall hae cause to rue.'

5 Lord Wearie got a bonny ship,
to sail the saut sea faem;
Bade his lady weel the castle keep,
ay till he should come hame.

6 But the nourice was a fause limmer 1 as eer hung on a tree;

She laid a plot wi Lamkin,

whan her lord was oer the sea.

7 She laid a plot wi Lamkin,

when the servants were awa, Loot him in at a little shot-window,2 and brought him to the ha.

80 whare's a' the men o this house, that ca me Lamkin?' "They're at the barn-well thrashing; 't will be lang ere they come in.'

9 And whare 's the women o this house, that ca me Lamkin?'

'They 're at the far well washing;
't will be lang ere they come in.'

10 And whare 's the bairns o this house, that ca me Lamkin?'

'They 're at the school reading;

't will be night or they come hame.'

11 O whare's the lady o this house,
that ca's me Lamkin?'
'She's up in her bower sewing,

but we soon we can bring her down.'

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5 breast.

6 sad.

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1 ABOUT Yule, when the wind blew cule,

And the round tables began,
A there is cum to our king's court
Mony a well-favord man.

2 The queen luikt owre the castle-wa,
Beheld baith dale and down,
And there she saw Young Waters
Cum riding to the town.

3 His footmen they did rin before,
His horsemen rade behind;
And mantel of the burning gowd
Did keip him frae the wind.

4 Gowden-graithd his horse before,
And siller-shod behind;

The horse Young Waters rade upon
Was fleeter than the wind.

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11 Aft I have ridden thro Stirling town
In the wind bot and the weit;
But I neir rade thro Stirling town
Wi fetters at my feet.

12 Aft I have ridden thro Stirling town
In the wind bot and the rain;
Bot I neir rade thro Stirling town
Neir to return again.'

4 'At even at my love's bowr-door
There grows a bowing birk,
An sit ye down and sing thereon,
As she gangs to the kirk.

5 An four-and-twenty ladies fair
Will wash and go to kirk,
But well shall ye my true-love ken,
For she wears goud on her skirt.

6 An four and twenty gay ladies
Will to the mass repair,
But well sal ye my true-love ken,
For she wears goud on her hair.'
2 sound, word.

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11 Ha, there's a letter frae your love,
He says he sent you three;
He canna wait your love langer,
But for your sake he 'll die.

12He bids you write a letter to him;
He says he 's sent you five;
He canno wait your love langer,
Tho 're the fairest woman alive.'
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13 'Ye bid him bake his bridal-bread,
And brew his bridal-ale,
An I'll meet him in fair Scotlan
Lang, lang or it be stale.'

14 She's doen her to her father dear,
Fa'n low down on her knee:
'A boon, a boon, my father dear,
I pray you, grant it me.'

15 'Ask on, ask on, my daughter,
An granted it sal be;
Except ae squire in fair Scotlan,

An him you sall never see.'

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