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 The cock crows first, cider buds first; The dew does on them fa'; So we'll both lie into ae bed, And thou's lie next the wa'.

Hold away from me, kind Sir, And do not me perplex; For I'll not lie into your bed, Till you tell me questions six. Questions six you must tell to me, And that is four and twa, Before I lie into your bed, Either at stock or wa'.

What is greener than the grass, What's higher than the trees; And what is worse than woman's voice, What's deeper than the seas. A sparrow's horn, a priest unborn, This night to join us twa; Before I lie into your bed, Fiber at stock or wa'.

Death is greener than the grass ; Sky's higher than the trees'; The devil's worse than woman's voice, Hell's deeper than the seas; A sparrow's horn you may well get, There's one on every pa',