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"O open the door, Lady Margaret,
O open and let me in;
I want to see if my steed be fed,
Or my grey hounds fit to rin."
"I'll na open the door, Lord John," she said,85
"I'll na open it to thee,
Till ye grant to me my ae request,
And a puir ane it's to me.
"Ye'll gie to me a bed in an outhouse,
For my young son and me,90
And the meanest servant in a' the place,
To wait on him and me."
"I grant, I grant, Lady Marg'ret," he said,
"A' that, and mair frae me,
The very best bed in a' the place
To your young son and thee:95
And my mither, and my sister dear,
To wait on him and thee.
"And a' thae lands, and a' thae rents,
They sall be his and thine;100
Our wedding and our kirking day,
They sall be all in ane."
And he has tane Lady Margaret,
And row'd her in the silk;
And he has tane his ain young son,105
And wash'd him in the milk.