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Kinloch MSS, V, 283, II, 41, from Mary Barr, Clydesdale.
1 Willie and Fair Janet
Sat a' day on yon hill;
And Janet she took sair pains,
And O but she grew ill.
2 'Fetch a woman to me, Willie,
O fetch a woman to me,
For without the help of woman, Willie,
Surely I will dee.'
3 'O tie a napkin on my face,
That naething I may see,
And what can a woman do, Janet,
But I will do for thee?'
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4 She was na scarcely brought to bed,
Nor yet laid on her side,
Till in and cam her father there,
Crying, Fy, gae busk the bride.
5 'A wearyed bride am I, father,
A wearyed bride am I;
Must I gae wed that southlan lord,
And let Sweet Willie abe?'
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