Lady Margaret looks oer her bower-window,
And O but she looks weary!
And there she spied the great Argyll,
Coming to plunder the bonny house of Airly.
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‘Come down, come down, Lady Margret,’ he said,
‘Come down, and kiss me fairly:’
‘O I will not kiss the great Argyll,
If he should not leave a standing stone in Airly.’
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