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 6 And at her leisure put on her claise, Syne to the servant’s bed she gaes. To peer for the silly poor man.

She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay, The strae was cauld he was away She clapt her hands, cried, Well-a-day, For some of our gear will be gone. Some ran to coffers, some ran to kists, But nought was stown that could be mist, She danced her lane, cried. Praise be blest! I've lodged a leal poor man.

Since naethmg’s awa, as we may learn. The kirn’s to kirn, and milk to earn, Gae butt the house, lass, and wauken my bairn, And bid her come quickly ben. The servant gade where the servant lay, The sheets were cauld, she was away, And fase to her guidwife did say. She's aff wi' the gaberlunzie man.

“ O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin, “ And haste ye and find those traitors again, “ For shes be burnt, and he's be slain, 'The fearfu’ gaberluhzie man." Some ran upon horse, some rid upon coat.