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BURD MARGARET
There she saw her first brother,
Stood back to a fair tree;
Said "Grace go with our bonny sister
To ride in sic a companie."
Stood back to a fair tree;
Said "Grace go with our bonny sister
To ride in sic a companie."
Said "Grace go with our bonnie sister,
To wear her gown aside;
It is not meet for a good woman
To set her girdle wide."
To wear her gown aside;
It is not meet for a good woman
To set her girdle wide."
He's stricken the first across the neck,
Shorn clean his beard and hair;
"How haud ye weel, my fair brother,
Ye'se get of me nae mair."
Shorn clean his beard and hair;
"How haud ye weel, my fair brother,
Ye'se get of me nae mair."
He's cloven the second through the chin,
The third upon the knee;
"Now haud ye weel, my three brothers,
Ye'se get nae mair of me."
The third upon the knee;
"Now haud ye weel, my three brothers,
Ye'se get nae mair of me."
They set her in a fair bride-bed,
Full glad she was the morn;
And between the silk and the braw geld claith,
The fair knave bairn was born.
Full glad she was the morn;
And between the silk and the braw geld claith,
The fair knave bairn was born.
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