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'Ride up, ride up,' said the foremost man;
'I think our bride comes hooly on.'
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'Ride up, ride up,' said the second man;
'I think our bride looks pale and wan.'
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Up than cam the gay bridegroom,
And straucht unto the bride he cam.
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'Does your side-saddle sit awry?
Or does your steed ...
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'Or does the rain run in your glove?
Or wad ye chuse anither love?'
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'The rain runs not in my glove,
Nor will I e'er chuse anither love.
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'But O an I war at Saint Evron's well,
There I wad licht, and drink my fill!
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'Oh an I war at Saint Evron's closs,
There I wad licht, and bait my horse!'
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Whan she cam to Saint Evron's well,
She dought na licht to drink her fill.
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Whan she cam to Saint Evron's closs,
The bonny bride fell aff her horse.