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And the first spring that he playd,
It said, 'It was my sister threw me in.'
J.
Notes and Queries, 4th S., V, 23, from the north of Ireland.
1
There were two ladies playing ball,
Hey, ho, my Nannie O
A great lord came to court them all.
The swan she does swim bonnie O
2
He gave to the first a golden ring,
He gave to the second a far better thing.
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3
He made a harp of her breast-bone
. . . . . . .
4
He set it down upon a stone,
And it began to play its lone.
K.
Mr G.R. Kinloch's papers, Kinloch MSS, II, 59. From Mrs Lindores.