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 They houkit his grave in Duket's kirk-yard,

E'en far frae the companie;

But whan they were gawn to lay'm i'the yird,

The feint a dead nor dead was he.

And whan they brought him to Duket's kirk-yard,

He dunted on the kiſt, the boards did flie,

And whan they were gawn to put'm i'the yird,

In fell the kiſt, and out lap he.

He cry'd, I'm cauld, I'm unca cauld,

Fu' faſt ran the fowk, and fu' faſt ran he:

But he was firſt hame at his ain ingle ſide,

And he helped to drink bis ain dirgie.

S I was walking one morning in ſpring,

To hear the birds whiſtle & nightingale ſing,

I heard a fair maid and ſhe was making her moan,

Saying, I am a poor ſtranger and far from my own.

I ſtept up unto her, and made a low gee,

And aſked her pardon for making ſo free,

Saying, I have taken pity on hearing you moan,

As I am a ſtranger, and far from my own.

Her cheeks bluſh'd like roſes and ſhe ſhed a tear,

And ſays, Sir, I wonder at meeting you here,

But I hope you'll not ill uſe me in this deſart alone, As I am a poor ſtranger, and far from my own.

My dear to ill uſe you indeed I ne'er will,

My heart's blood to ſave you indeed I would ſpill,

I'd ſtrive for to eaſe and relieve all your moan,

And wiſh to convey you ſafe back to your home,

Therefore my dear jewel, if you would agree,

And if ever you marry to marry with me,