‘When fishes fly, and seas gang dry,
I winna langer tarry.’
‘O when will we twa meet again?
Or when will you me marry?’
‘When frost and snaw shall warm us a’,
I winna langer tarry.’
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‘Yestreen I was my daddie’s dow,
But an my mamy’s dawtie;
This night I gang wi bairn to you,