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 The one was buried in St Mary's kirk,

the other in Mary's quire;

And out of William's grave sprung a red rose,

and out of Marg'ret's a brier,

The two did grow and then did plate

till they could grow no higher,

The two did cast the true love knot,

for they were true lovers dear.

Cupid's Plough Boy

It was in the pleasant month of May, when May was all in bloom,

I stept into the flowery field to take the sweet perfume

I stept into the flowery field to turn myself a while,

Where I saw Cupid ploughing, who did my heart beguile.

As this young man was ploughing, his fur was deep and low,

He was breaking the clods asunder, some barley for to sow,

I with this pretty plough boy my eyes had never seen,

It's Cupid's pretty plough boy, with arrows sharp and keen.

If I should write a letter, my mind to him unfold,

Perhaps he might take it as think I was too bold

But I with this pretty plough boy, would turn his love to me

It's Cupid's pretty plough boy, for I love none but he.

The plough boy hearing lady so sadly to complain,

He said, my dear, I'll care of your sorrow, grief and pain,