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THE EARL OF MAR'S DAUGHTER
And she's tane hame this bonny bird,
Brought him to bower and ha';
She's garred him shine the bonniest bird
That was out ower them a'.
Brought him to bower and ha';
She's garred him shine the bonniest bird
That was out ower them a'.
When day was gane and night was come
In ae chamber they were that tide;
And there she saw a goodly young man
Stood straight up at her side.
In ae chamber they were that tide;
And there she saw a goodly young man
Stood straight up at her side.
"How cam ye in my bower-chamber,
For sair it marvels me,
For the bolts are made o' the good red gowd
And the door-shafts of a good tree."
For sair it marvels me,
For the bolts are made o' the good red gowd
And the door-shafts of a good tree."
"O haud your tongue now, May Janet,
And of your talking let me be;
Mind ye not on your turtle-doo
That ye brought hame wi' ye?"
And of your talking let me be;
Mind ye not on your turtle-doo
That ye brought hame wi' ye?"
"O whatten a man are ye," she said,
"Fu' sair this marvels me;
I doubt ye are some keen warlock
That wons out ower the sea.
"Fu' sair this marvels me;
I doubt ye are some keen warlock
That wons out ower the sea.
"O come ye here for ills?" she says,
"Or come ye for my good?
I doubt ye are some strong warlock
That wons out ower the flood."
"Or come ye for my good?
I doubt ye are some strong warlock
That wons out ower the flood."
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