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 "And what will ye leave your mither dear, My merry son, come tell me hither? And what will ye leave your mither dear? And I wot I hae not anither." "The wool to card and the wool to wear, For ye'll never see my body mair, O dear mither."

"And what will ye leave for your wife to take, My merry son, come tell me hither? And what will ye leave for your wife to take? And I wot I hae not anither." "A goodly gown and a fair new make, For she'll do nae mair for my body's sake, O dear mither."

"And what will ye leave your young son fair, My merry son, come tell me hither? And what will ye leave your young son fair? And I wot ye hae not anither." "A twiggen school-rod for his body to bear, Though it garred him greet he'll get nae mair, O dear mither."

"And what will ye leave your little daughter sweet, My merry son, come tell me hither? And what will ye leave your little daughter sweet? And I wot ye hae not anither."