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Up waken'd his love, Meggie,
Out o' her drowsy sleep.
"Ceme here, come here, my mither dear,
And read this dreary dream;
I dream'd my love was at our yates,
And nane wad let him in."
"Lye still, lye still now, my Meggie,
Lye still and tak' yeur rest;
Sin your true love was at our yates,
It's but twa quarters past."
Nimbly, nimbly, raise she up,
And nimbly pat she on;
And the higher that the lady cried,
The louder blew the win'.
The first an' step that she stepp'd in,
She stepped to the queet:
"Ohon, alas!" said that lady,
" This water's wondrous deep."
The next an' step that she wade in,
She wadit to the knee;
Says she, "I could wade farther in,
If I my love ceuld see."
The next an' step that she wade in,
She wadit to the chin;
The deepest pot in Clyde's water
She got sweet Willie in.
"You've had a cruel mither, Willie,
And I have had anither;
But we shall sleep in Clyde's water,
Like sister an' like brither."
