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 "My barns are fu' o' corn, Willie,

My stables are fu' o' hay;

My bowers are fu' o' gentlemen,

They'll nae remove till day."

"O fare-ye-well, my fause Meggie,

O farewell, and adieu;

I've gotten my mither's malison,

This night coming to you."

As he rode ower yon high, high hill,

And down yon dowie den;

The rushing that was in Clyde's water,

Took Willie's cane frae him.

He lean'd him ower his saddle bow,

To catch his cane again;

The rushing that was in Clyde's water,

Took Willie's hat frae him.

He lean'd him o'er his saddle bow,

To catch his hat through force;

The rushing that was in Clyde's water,

Took Willie frae his horse.

His brither stood upo' the bank,

Says, "Fye, man, will ye drown?

Ye'll turn ye to your high horse head,

And learn how to sowm."

"How can I turn to my horse head,

And learn how to sowm?

I've gotten my mither's malison,

It's here that I maun drown!"

The very hour this young men sank

Into the pot sae deep.