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13 Hand off your hand young man she says, And dinna sae uncivil be Gif ye hae any love for me, O wrang nae my virginity. Her hair was like the links o' gowd, Her teeth were like the ivory, Her cheeks liftles dipt in wine, The lass that made the bed to me.

Her bosom was the driver snow, Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see, Her limbs the polished marble stane The lass that made the bed to me. I kiss'd her awr an' owr again, And aye she wist not what to say, I laid her 'tween me at the wa' The lassie thought pae lang till day.

Upon the morrow when we raise I thanked her for her courtesy, But aye she blushed an aye she sighed, And said, alas! ye've ruined me. I clasped her waist and kissed her syne, While the tear stood twinkling in her eye, I said my lassie dinna cry, For ye aye shall mak the bed to me.

She took her mither's Holland sheets, And made them a' in sarks for me, Blithe and merry may she be The lass that made the bed to me, The bonnie lass made the bed to me, The braw lass made the bed to me, I'll ne'er forget till the day I dee, The lass that made the bed to me.