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 "Wild mulberries for her mouth to eat, She'll get nae mair though it garred her greet, O dear mither."

"And when will ye come back frae roamin', My merry son, come tell me hither? And when will ye come back frae roamin'? And I wot I hae not anither." "When the sunrise out of the north is comen, O dear mither."

"When shall the sunrise on the north side be, My merry son, come tell me hither? When shall the sunrise on the north side be? And I wot I hae not anither." "When chuckie-stanes shall swim in the sea, O dear mither."

"When shall stanes in the sea swim, My merry son, come tell me hither? When shall stanes in the sea swim? And I wot I hae not anither." "When birdies' feathers are as lead therein, O dear mither."

"When shall feathers be as lead, My merry son, come tell me hither?