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4 "And what's to come o' ye, my poor Janet,

Wi' these twa babies sweet?

Ye ha'e naebody now to work for them,

Or bring you a meal o' meat;

“It is that which makes my heart sae wae,

And gars me, while searce aware,

Whiles say the things I wadna say,

Of them that can err nae mair."

Poor Janet kiss'd her youngest babe,

And the tears fell on his cheek,

And they fell upon his swaddling bands,

For her heart was like to break

"Oh little do I ken, my dear, dear babes,

What misery's to be mine!

But for the cause we ha'e espoused,

I will yield my life and thine.

"Oh had I a friend, as I ha'e nane,

For nane dare own me now,

That I might send to Bothwell Brigg,

If the killers wad but allow,

"To lift the corpse of my brave John:

I ken where they will him find,

He wad meet his God's foes face to face,

And he'll ha'e nae wound behind."

"But I went to Bothwell Brigg, Janet,

There was nane durst hinder me,

For I wantit to hear a' I could hear,

And to see what I could see;