Woe’s me for our hame-comin!
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‘For we will a’ be in black, fra the hose to the hat,
Woe’s me for bonny Margat Irvine!
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‘We must to the North, to bury her corps,
Alas for our hame-comin!
I rather I had lost a’ the lands o Aboyne