Her friends they have cassed her we Salton to wed,
Bat they never got her we him to bed;
She never bare dother nor sin till the day that she dead deei,
For Achainace Gordon was her love and sud be.
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‘Ye that are her madins, ye take aff her goun,
An I will infeft her in five thousand pound;
She sall werr silk till her heel and goud till her kneee,
An she man forget him young Achanice.’
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