Up then spak the Erle o Home’s lady;
‘Was na ye richt sorrie, Annie,
To leave the lands o bonnie Cumbernauld
And follow Richie Storie, Annie?’
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‘O what need I be sorrie, madame?
O what need I be sorrie, madame?
For I’ve got them that I like best,
And war ordained for me, madame.’
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