Sayin, Brither, I wish we had beggit a’,
For sic a bonnie lassie.
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‘The streen ye was the beggar’s bride,
An noo this nicht ye’ll lie by my side,
Come weel, come woe, whateer betide,
An ye’ll be aye my dawtie.’
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Motherwell’s MS., p. 249; from the recitation of Miss Ann Wilson, of the Tontine Inn, Paisley, who learned it from the cook in her father’s house.
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