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MERRY MAY THE MAID BE.

Merry may the maid be

that marry's the miller,

For foul day and fair hay,

he's ay bringing till her

Has ay a penny in his purse,

for dinner and for supper,

And gie she please, a good fat cheese,

and lumps of yellow butter.

When Jamie first did woo me,

I spier'd what was his calling,

Fair maid, say's he, O come and see,

you're welcome to my dwelling:

Though I was shy yet I could spy,

the truth of what he told me;

And that his house was warm and south,

and room in it to hold me.

Behind the door a bag of meal,

and in the kist was plenty,

Of good hard cakes, his mither bakes,

and bannocks were na scanty;