17 When they cam by the mill-door, she said,
So well may you clatter!
For many a day my mammy and me
Pickled at your happer.
18 When they came to the king's court,
They reckoned up their kin;
She was a king's one dochter,
And he but a blacksmith's son.
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Motherwell's Note-Book, p. 1, recited by Miss Brown, of Glasgow, after a blind aunt.
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1 'I learned it in my father's bower,
And I learned it for the better,
That every water I coudna wade,
I swam it like an otter.
With my low silver ee.
2 'I learned it in my father's bower,
And I learned it for my weel,
That every water I coudna wade,
I swam it like an eel.'
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3 And he cam hirpling on a stick,
And leaning on a tree:
'Be he cripple, or be he blind,
The same man is he.'