8 When he came to Burd Bell's door,
He tirled at the pin,
And up she rose, away she goes,
To let Glenkinnie in.
9 . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
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That I combed out yestreen.
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10 She looked out at a shot-window,
Atween her and the meen:
'There is twa lovers beguiled the night,
And I fear I am ane.
11 'Ye shall na hae to say, Glenkindie,
When you sit at the wine,
That once you loved a queen's daughter,
And she was your footman's quean.'
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A.
14. cappe... yoode.
15, 6, 21, 2 make a stanza in the MS.