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 jewels coastly, rich and rare

straight puts on again,

springs upon her horse

leads his by the rein.

dear, was void of fear,

steeds were swift and free,

reached her father's lofty towers,

the clock struck three.

she met the stable groom,

was her waiting man,

when he heard his lady's voice,

ran with сар in han',

hae ye been, fair May Calzean?

Wha owns this dapple gray?

a foundling, she replied,

Which I got on my way."

out and spake the green parrot,

says, fair May Culzean,

hae ye done wi' yon brave Knight

gied wi' you yestreen?

your tongue my pretty parrot,

I'se be kind to thee,

where ye got a handfu'o' groats

parrot shall get three.