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' will ye gang to and where will ye sleep, Against the night begins?' 'My bed is made wi' cauld sorrows, My sheets are lined wi' sins.

'And a sair grief sitting at my foot, And a sair grief at my head; And dule to lay me my laigh pillows, And teen till I be dead.

'And the rain is sair upon my face, And sair upon my hair; And the wind upon my weary mouth, That never may man kiss mair.