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stands in his stable door,

And clapping at his steed;

And looking o'er his white fingers

His nose began to bleed.

"Gi'e corn to my horse, mother,

And meat to my young man;

And I'll awa' to Meggie's bower,

I'll win ere she lie down."

"O bide this night wi' me, Willie,

O bide this night wi' me;

The best an' cock o' a' the reest

At your supper shall be."

"A' your cocks, and a' your reests,

I value not a prin:

For I'll awa' to Meggie's bower,

I'll win ere she lie down."

"Stay this night wi' me, Willie,

O stay this night wi' me;

The best an' sheep in a' the flock

At your supper shall be.

"A' your sheep, and a' your flocks,

I value not a prin;

For I'll awa' to Meggie's bower,

I'll win ero she lie down."

"O an' ye gang to Meggie's bower,

Sae sair against my will;

The deepest pot in Clyde's water,

My malison ye's feel.