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As they gade owre the muir they sang,
The hills and dales with echo rung,
The hills and dales with echo rung,
'Gang o'er the muir to Maggie.'
PEGGY IRVINE.
OUR Lady stands in her chamber door,
viewing the Grahams are a coming,
She knew by the light of their livery so red,
they were new come down from London.
She called on her chambermaid,
and Jeany her gentle woman:
You'll dress my body in some fine dress,
for you is my good Lord a coming.
Her smock was of the Holland so fine,
her body round with busting.
Her shoes were of the small corded twine,
and her stockings silk and twisting.
Her petticoats was of the silk to fine.
set out out with the silver and scalloping,
Her gown was of the red damask silk so fine,
trimmed with the red gold mounting.
You guildery maids, come trim up gauze
and make them silver shining;
With strawberry flowers cover all my bowers,
and hang them round with the linen.
