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But filld was she wi dolour and ire,
To see that to her the comlie squire
6
Preferd the debonair Isabel:
Their hevin of luve of spyte was her hell.
7
Till ae ein she to her sister can say,
'Sweit sister, cum let us wauk and play.'
8
They wauked up, and they wauked down,
Sweit sang the birdis in the vallie loun.
9
Whan they cam to the roaring lin,
She drave unweiting Isabel in.
10
'O sister, sister, tak my hand,
And ye sall hae my silver fan.
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'O sister, sister, tak my middle,
And ye sall hae my gowden girdle.'
12
Sumtimes she sank, sumtimes she swam,
Till she cam to the miller's dam.
13
The miller's dochtor was out that ein,
And saw her rowing down the streim.
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'O father deir, in your mil-dam
There is either a lady or a milk-white swan!'