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14
They could na see her coal-black eyes
For her yellow locks hang oure her brees.
15
They could na see her weel-made middle
For her braid gowden girdle.
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16
And by there cam an auld blind fiddler,
And took three tets o her bonnie yellow hair.
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17
The first spring that the bonnie fiddle playd,
'Hang my cruel sister, Alison,' it said.
E.
Sharpe's Ballad Book, No 10, p. 30.
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There livd twa sisters in a bower,
Hey Edinbruch, how Edinbruch!
There lived twa sisters in a bower,
Stirling for aye!
The youngest o them O she was a flower!
Bonny Sanct Johnstoune that stands upon Tay!