An fan he came to his love’s gates
He tirled att the pin:
‘Open yer gates, May Meggie,
Open yer gates to me,
For my bets is fue of Claid’s water,
An the rain rins on a’ my chine.’
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‘I ha ne loves therout,’ she says,
‘I haa ne love theren;
My true-love is in my arms tua,