So I’ll pull the top of my red rose,
And I’ll plant the willow-tree.
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For the willow I must wear,
With sorrows mixed amang,
And all the neighbours far and near
Say I luved a false luve lang.
22. braw altered to better.
221. Katharine Jaffray.
P. 222. E, as it stands in “The Old Lady’s Collection,” No 17, ‘Bony Catrain Jaffry.’