I leaned my back against an aik,
I thocht it was a trusty tree;
But first [it] bowed, and syne it brak,
And sae did my fause luve to me.
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Once I lay sick, and very sick,
And a friend of mine cam to visit me,
But the small bird whispered in my love’s ears
That he was ower lang in the room wi me.
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