The bride came trippin’ down the stair,
Wi’ the scales o’ red gowd in her hair;
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Wi’ a cup o’ the red wine in her hand,
And that she gae to the auld beggar man.
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Out o’ the cup he drank the wine,
And into the cup he dropt the ring.
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‘O got ye this by sea or land?
Or got ye it of a dead man’s hand?’—
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‘I got it na by sea nor land,
But I got it, madam, of your own hand.’