9
'O keep my bairn, nourice,
Till he gang by the hauld,
An ye's win hame to your young son
Ye left in four nights auld.'
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10
'O nourice lay your head
Upo my knee:
See ye na that narrow road
Up by yon tree?
11
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
That's the road the righteous goes,
And that's the road to heaven.
12
'An see na ye that braid road,
Down by yon sunny fell?
Yon's the road the wicked gae,
An that's the road to hell.'
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11. an a bonnie cow low, with an crossed out.
22. yon fall: fauld in margin.