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 5 Fair Margaret dy'd to-day to-day,

sweet William he dy'd the morrow;

Fair Margaret dy'd for pure true love,

sweet William he dy'd for sorrow.

Margaret was buried in the lower chancel,

and William in the higher,

Out of her breast there sprang,

and out of his a briar.

They grow as high as the church top,

'till they could grow no higher;

And there grew in a True-lover's knot,

that made all people admire.

Then came the clerk of the parish

as you this truth shall hear,

And by misfortunes cut them down,

or they had now been there.

A COGIE OF ALE.

A of ale, and a pickle ait meal,

and e da'nty wee drappie o' whisky,

Was our forefather's dose to swell down their brose

and make them blythe cheery and frisky.