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 Up waken'd his love, Meggie,

Out o' her drowsy sleep.

"CemeCome [sic] here, come here, my mither dear,

And read this dreary dream;

I dream'd my love was at our yates,

And nane wad let him in."

"Lye still, lye still now, my Meggie,

Lye still and tak' yeur rest;

Sin your true love was at our yates,

It's but twa quarters past."

Nimbly, nimbly, raise she up,

And nimbly pat she on;

And the higher that the lady cried,

The louder blew the win'.

The first an' step that she stepp'd in,

She stepped to the queet:

"Ohon, alas!" said that lady,

" This water's wondrous deep."

The next an' step that she wade in,

She wadit to the knee;

Says she, "I could wade farther in,

If I my love ceuld see."

The next an' step that she wade in,

She wadit to the chin;

The deepest pot in Clyde's water

She got sweet Willie in.

"You've had a cruel mither, Willie,

And I have had anither;

But we shall sleep in Clyde's water,

Like sister an' like brither."