Motherwell's MS., p. 187.
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'O Willie, Willie, what makes thee so sad?'
And the sun shines over the valley
'I have loved a lady these seven years and mair.'
Down amang the blue flowers and the yellow
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'O Willie, lie down as thou were dead,
And lay thy winding-sheet down at thy head.
3
'And gie to the bellman a belling-great,
To ring the dead-bell at thy love's bower-yett.'
4
He laid him down as he were dead,
And he drew the winding-sheet oer his head.
5 He gied to the bellman a belling-great,
To ring the dead-bell at his love's bower-yett.
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When that she came to her true lover's gate,
She dealt the red gold and all for his sake.
7
And when that she came to her true lover's bower,
She had not been there for the space of half an hour,
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Till that she cam to her true lover's bed,
And she lifted the winding-sheet to look at the dead.