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A I R Margaret of Craignargat,

was the flower of a' her kin,

And ſhe has fallen in love, with a falſe

young man, her ruin to begin.

The more ſhe lov’d, the more it prov'd

her fatal deſtiny:

And he that ſought her overthrow,

ſhar’d of her miſery.

Before that Lady ſhe was born,

her Mother as we find,

She dream'd ſhe had a fair Daughter,

that was both dumb and blind.

But as ſhe ſat in her bow'r door,

a viewing of her charms,

There came a raven from the ſouth,

and pluck'd her from her arms.

Three times on end ſhe dream'd this dream,

which troubled ſore her mind,

That from that very night and hour,

ſhe could no comfort find.

Now ſhe has ſent for a wiſe woman,

liv'd nigh unto the Port,

Who being call'd, inſtantly came

that Lady to comfort.