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POSTHUMOUS POEMS
"My mither is lady of strange landis
Stand far out ower the sea;
She witched me to a birdie's shape
For the love of your body.
Stand far out ower the sea;
She witched me to a birdie's shape
For the love of your body.
"My mither is queen of the witch-landis
Lie baith to north and south;
She witched me to a birdie's body
For the love of your goodly mouth.
Lie baith to north and south;
She witched me to a birdie's body
For the love of your goodly mouth.
"She can well of witches' work,
She maketh baith mirth and meen;
She witched me to a little bird's body
For the love of your twa grey een.
She maketh baith mirth and meen;
She witched me to a little bird's body
For the love of your twa grey een.
"It was a' for your yellow hair
That I cam ower the sea;
And it was a' for your bonny mouth
I took sic weird on me."
That I cam ower the sea;
And it was a' for your bonny mouth
I took sic weird on me."
"Coo-me-doo, my love sae true,
Nae mair frae me ye'se gae.
The stanes shall fleet on the wan waters
Before we twain be twey.
Nae mair frae me ye'se gae.
The stanes shall fleet on the wan waters
Before we twain be twey.
"O Coo-me-doo, my love sae true,
It's time we were abed."
"O weel for you, my ain sweet thing,
It's be as ye have said."
It's time we were abed."
"O weel for you, my ain sweet thing,
It's be as ye have said."
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