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 My daughters, come with een sae blue, Your garlands reave, your wild flow'rs strew; He ne'er saw fairer flow'rs than you—
 * Carle, now the King's come.

What shall we do for the propine, We used to offer something fine, But de'il a groan's in pouch of mine—
 * Carle, now the King's come.

De'il care—for that I'se never start. We'll welcome him with Highland heart; Whate'er we have he's get a part—
 * Carle, now the King's come.

I'll show him mason-work this day— Nane of your bricks of Babel clay. But towers shall stand till Time's away—
 * Carle, new the King's come.

And here's Sir John of projects rife, Will win the thanks of an auld wife, And bring her health and length of life—
 * Carle, now the King's come.