For its unkensome[[187]] we wad be."

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"There lives a smith on the water side,

Will shoe my little black mare for me;

And I've a crown in my pocket,

And every groat of it I wad gie."

"The night is mirk, and its very mirk,

And by candle light I canna weel see;

The night is mirk, and its very pit mirk,

And there will never a nail ca' right for me."