‘O had yer toung, my father dear,
For a’ that winne brake me;
For I will gaa we this young man,
Since it’s his will to take me.’
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‘Follou me nou, Lissë,’ he says,
‘An follou me throu Farie,
An reap the boddom of my poket,
An ye’ll gett tempeng chess of farie.’
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