‘. . . . . . . .
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For we’ll a’ be in black, fra the hose to the hat,
Vou’s me for bonny Margrat Irvicen!
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‘We must to the North, to burry her corps,
Aless for our hear coming!
I rather I had lost a’ the lands of Aboyn
Or I had lost bonny Marg[ra]t Irvien!’