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12 And earth by Paradise again, In the good time coming Look up my dear your tarts is nigh; No change or be much strong, Glorious times in story, my girls- Please wait a little longerǃ There's a good time coming, &c.

THE LASS THAT MADE THE BED FOR ME.

When January's winds were blawing cauld As to the north I bent my way, The darksome night did me enfauld. I kendna where to lodge till day; But by good luck a lass I met Just in the middle of my care, And kindly she did me invite To walk into a chamber fair.

I bowed fu low unto this maid And thanked her for her courtesy I bowed fu low to this maid, And bade her make a bed for me. She made the bed both large and wide, Wi twa white hands she spread it down, She put the cup to her rosy lips And drak, young man now sleep ye sound.

She snatched the candle in her hand, And from my chamber went wi speed, But I called her quickly back again, To lay some mair below my head. A cod she laid below my head, And served me wi due respect, And to salute her wi' a kiss I put my arms about her neck.