The ladie she stood on her stair-head,
Beholding his grooms a coming;
She knew by their livery and raiment so rare
That their last voyage was from London.
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‘My groms all, ye’ll be well in call,
Hold all the stables shining;
With a bretther o degs ye’ll clear up my nags,
Sin my gude Lord Aboyne is a coming.
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