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‘And O!’ quo he, ‘ann ye were as black,
As eer the crown of your dady’s hat,
’Tis I wad lay thee by my back,
And awa wi me thou shoud gang.’
‘And O!’ quoth she, ‘ann I were as white
As eer the snaw lay on the dike,
I’d clead me braw, and lady-like,
And awa with thee I’d gang.’
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