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 But woman's wit is aye wilful,

Alas! that ever it was sae,

She long'd to see the morning gift,

That her good lord to her ga'e.

When steeds were saddled and weel bridled,

An' ready for to ride,

There came a pain on that gude lord,

His back likewise his side.

He said, "Ride on, my lady fair,

May goodness be your guide,

For I am so sick and weary that

No farther can I ride."

Now ben did come his father dear,

Wearing a golden band,

Says, "Is there na leech in Edinburgh

Can cure my son from wrang?"

O leech is come and leech is gane,

Yet, father, I'm aye waur;

There's not a leech in Edinbro’

Can death from me debar.

But be a friend to my wife, father,

Restore to her her own,

Restore to her her morning gift,

Strathbogie and Aboyne.

It had been gude for my wife, father,

To me she'd borne a son,

He would have got my lands and rents,

Where they lie out and in.