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7 But when the imm'r was over,

O pale and wan grew I!

Like ane rien out o' a fever,

or ane jut gaun to die!

My mater he came an' aked me

what was the matter wi' me!

If I knew anything that would eae me,

at my comman' it hould be.

Oh! I maun own my crime.

tho it be to my hame and digrace,

I went out for to meet wi' the lad,

the lad that gi es out your mas?

His voice it was too hrill,

he pitch d o'er high for me;

And ay in' yne I remember

that I been likein' to die.

Then my laddie was ent for,

and he came hingin' his mou';

Says Mes John, had you been a good bairn,

we wadna h'e ent for you:

My laie is lyin' ick,

an' on you he lays a' the blame

An' ye ken ony way ye've wrang‘d her,

ye'll raie her as peedy again.

O I never harm'd your laie,

neither by night nor by day;

But it was on a fine immer evening,

when croing o er the way.

When croing o'er the way,

I learn'd her how to ing,