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WEARIESWA'
Lord Robert is ridden to the Wearieswa'
Between the low ling and the heather hie;
A wind was comen out of Wearieswa'
Between the hielands and the sea.
Between the low ling and the heather hie;
A wind was comen out of Wearieswa'
Between the hielands and the sea.
O whatten a wind is this weary wind
A weary wind to me?
It's neither a scart o' the mill-water,
Nor yet a wind o' the sea.
A weary wind to me?
It's neither a scart o' the mill-water,
Nor yet a wind o' the sea.
Lady Janet looked ower by a little window,
She was fain of any man;
For the lack of love that was her in
All her body was wan.
She was fain of any man;
For the lack of love that was her in
All her body was wan.
She's laid her chin out ower the wa' stanes,
All her body was weak;
The tears fell over in her face wan,
Betwixen mouth and cheek.
All her body was weak;
The tears fell over in her face wan,
Betwixen mouth and cheek.
Gin I kissed that lady on her lips
The better man would I be;
Gin I kissed that lady on her hands twain
'Twere pain of my body.
The better man would I be;
Gin I kissed that lady on her hands twain
'Twere pain of my body.
O gin ye should kiss my weary hands
Your teen would be fu' sair;
And gin ye should kiss my heavy mouth
Your teen wad be'mickle mair.
Your teen would be fu' sair;
And gin ye should kiss my heavy mouth
Your teen wad be'mickle mair.
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