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Rh Then sadly spake that ladye fair, Wi' a frown upon her brow: "O dearer to me is my sma' doggie Than a dozen sic' as thou!

"Nae use, nae use for sighs and tears: Nae use at all to fret: Sin' ye've bided sae well for thirty years, Ye may bide a wee langer yet!"

Sadly, sadly he crossed the floor, And tirled at the pin: Sadly gaed he through the door Where sadly he cam' in.

"O gin I had a popinjay, To fly abune my head, To tell me what I ought to say, I had by now been wed.