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There was twal an twal wi beer an wine,
An twal an twal wi muskadine:
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An twall an twall wi bouted flowr,
An twall an twall wi paramour:
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An twall an twall wi baken bread,
An twall an twall wi the goud sae red.
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Sweet Willy was a widow's son,
An at her stirrup-foot he did run.
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An she was dressd i the finest pa,
But ay she loot the tears down fa.
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An she was deckd wi the fairest flowrs,
But ay she loot the tears down pour.
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'O is there water i your shee?
Or does the win blaw i your glee?
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'Or are you mourning i your meed
That eer you left your mither gueede?
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'Or are ye mourning i your tide
That ever ye was Gil Brenton's bride?'
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'The[re] is nae water i my shee,
Nor does the win blaw i my glee: