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Sharpe's Ballad Book, p. 1, as sung by an old woman in Perthshire.
1 'Ye maun gang to your father, Janet,
Ye maun gang to him soon;
Ye maun gang to your father, Janet,
In case that his days are dune.'
2 Janet's awa to her father,
As fast as she could hie:
'O what's your will wi me, father?
O what's your will wi me?'
3 'My will wi you, Fair Janet,' he said,
'It is both bed and board;
Some say that ye loe Sweet Willie,
But ye maun wed a French lord.'
4 'A French lord maun I wed, father?
A French lord maun I wed?
Then, by my sooth,' quo Fair Janet,
'He's neer enter my bed.'
5 Janet's awa to her chamber,
As fast as she could go;
Wha's the first ane that tapped there,
But Sweet Willie her jo?
6 'O we maun part this love, Willie,
That has been lang between;
There's a French lord coming oer the sea,
To wed me wi a ring;
There's a French lord coming oer the sea,
To wed and tak me hame.'
7 'If we maun part this love, Janet,
It causeth mickle woe;
If we maun part this love, Janet,
It makes me into mourning go.'
8 'But ye maun gang to your three sisters.
Meg, Marion, and Jean;
Tell them to come to Fair Janet,
In case that her days are dune.'