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 Far mair I lo'e that bloody head,

but an’ that Woody hair.

Than Lord Barnard, and a’ his lands,

as they ly here and there

And he has ta'en her Gill Morice,

and kis'd baith mouth and chin,

I once was u’ o’ Gill Morice,

as hip is o’ the tane

I got thee in my Father's houe,

wi' muckle in and hame

And brought thee up in good green wood,

under the heavy rain

Oft have I by thy cradle at,

and fondly een thee leep.

But now I’ll gang about thy grave,

the a't tears for to weep.

And firt he kis'd his bloody cheek,

and yne his bloody chin;

Better l lo’e my Gill Morice,

than a’ my kith and kin!

Awa',awa' ye I'll woman!

an ill death may thou die,

Gin I had kend he’d been your on,

he’d ne’er been lain for me,

Upbraid me not, my Lord Barnard,

upbraid me not for hame

Wi'that hame peir, Oh pierce my heart!

and put me out of pain.