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'When my love's done, and finished his work,
Let him come to me for his cambric smock.'
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Motherwell's MS., p. 103. From the recitation of John McWhinnie, collier, Newtown Green, Ayr.
1
A lady wonned on yonder hill,
Hee ba and balou ba
And she had musick at her will.
And the wind has blown my plaid awa
2
Up and cam an auld, auld man,
Wi his blue bonnet in his han.
3
'I will ask ye questions three;
Resolve them, or ye'll gang wi me.
4
'Ye maun mak to me a sark,
It maun be free o woman's wark.
5
'Ye maun shape it knife-sheerless,
And ye maun sew it needle-threedless.
6
'Ye maun wash it in yonder well,
Whare rain nor dew has ever fell.
7
'Ye maun dry it on yonder thorn,
Where leaf neer grew since man was born.'