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Fair of face, full of pride, Sit ye down by a dead man's side.

Ye sang songs a' the day: Sit down at night in the red worm's way.

Proud ye were a' day long: Ye'll be but lean at evensong.

Ye had gowd kells on your hair: Nae man kens what ye were.

Ye set scorn by the silken stuff: Now the grave is clean enough.