Well is she worthy o the rigs
That lie on Hazelgreen.’
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He’s taen her in his arms twa,
Led her thro bower and ha:
‘Cheer up your heart, my dearest dear,
Ye’re flower out-oer them a’.
This night shall be our wedding-een,
The morn we’ll say, Amen;
Ye’se never mair hae cause to mourn,