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The first o them was clad in red,
To shew the innocence of their blood.
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The neist o them was clad in green,
To shew that death they had been in.
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The next was naked to the skin,
To shew they were murderd when they were born.
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'O bonnie babes, an ye were mine,
I wad dress you in the satins so fine.'
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'O mother dear, when we were thine,
Thou did not use us half so kind.'
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'O bonnie babes, an ye be mine,
Whare hae ye been a' this time?'
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'We were at our father's house,
Preparing a place for thee and us.'
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'Whaten a place hae ye prepar'd for me?'
'Heaven's for us, but hell's for thee.
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'O mother dear, but heaven's high;
That is the place thou'll ne'er come nigh.
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'O mother dear, but hell is deep;
'T will cause thee bitterlie to weep.'