He let his meal-pocks a’ down fa,
And in red gowd he shone oer them a’,
And she was a young knight’s lady.
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Yestreen she was the begger’s bride,
As his wife she now stood by his side,
And for a’ the lassie’s ill misguide,
She’s now the young knight’s lady.
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Kinloch MSS, V, 249. As recited by John Laurie, Abbeygreen.