Fan they came to his quarter-house, his landl[ad]y came ben:
‘Ther is mony bonny lady in Edenbrugh toun,
Bat sick a bonny lady is no in it aa;’
Says, ‘Lass, mak up a doun-bed, we will lay her nist the waa.’
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‘Hold yer toung, young man,’ she says, ‘an latt yer folly be;
I winnë come to my bed till ye gett to me things three.
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