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ladye she stood at her lattice high,
 * Wi' her doggie at her feet;

Thorough the lattice she can spy
 * The passers in the street.

"There 's one that standeth at the door,
 * And tirleth at the pin:

Now speak and say, my popinjay,
 * If I sall let him in."

Then up and spake the popinjay
 * That flew abune her head:

"Gae let him in that tirls the pin:
 * He cometh thee to wed."

O when he cam' the parlour in,
 * A woeful man was he!