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The supper-bell it will be rung,
no longer must I stand;
My father he'll no supper take,
if he miss’d you know:
So I'll not lie in your bed
neither at stock nor wa’.
Then says the pretty lady,
I pray tell me your name;
My name is Captain Wedderburn,
a servant to the King :
Tho’ thy father and his men were here,
of them I'd have no awe,
But wou'd take thee into my bed,
and lay the next the wa'.
He lighted off his milk-white steed,
and set this lady on,
And held her by the milk-white hand,
even as they rode along ;
He held her by the middle jimp,
for fear that she should fa',
And said Ill take thee to my bed,
and lay thee next the wa'.
He took her to his lodging-house,
his landlady looked hen.
Says, many ladies in Edinburgh I ve seen,
but never such a one.
For such a pretty face as this,
