17
He's wed this lady, and taen her wi him;
But as they were riding the leas o Lyne,
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This lady was not able to ride,
. . . . . . .
19
'O does thy saddle set thee aside?
Or does thy steed ony wrang way ride?
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'Or thinkst thou me too low a groom?
. . . . . . .
21
'Or hast thou musing in thy mind
For the leaving of thy mother kind?'
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'My saddle it sets not me aside,
Nor does my steed ony wrang way ride.
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'Nor think I thee too low a groom
. . . . . . .
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'But I hae musing in my mind
For the leaving of my mother kind.'
25
'I'll bring thee to a mother of mine,
As good a mother as eer was thine.'
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'A better mother she may be,
But an unco woman she'll prove to me.'