‘Baith our miders sall be alike sory,
For we’s baith slep soun in Gamry.’
216. The Mother’s Malison, or, Clyde’s Water.
P. 187. A is now given as it stands in “The Old Lady’s Collection,” ‘Clide’s Water,’ No 11. It will be observed that 19, 20 repeat No 215, D, 13, 14 (14, 15, of the copy just given).
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‘Ye gie corn to my hors,
An meatt to my man,
For I will gai to my true-love’s gates
This night, gin I can wine.’
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