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THE LORD'S MARIE.
The Lord's Marie has kepp'd her locks
Up wi' a gowden kame,
An' she has put on her net-silk hose,
An' awa to the tryste has gane.
O saft, saft, fell the dew on her locks,
An' saft, saft, on her brow;
Ae sweet drap fell on her strawberry lip,
An' I kiss'd it aff I trow:
Up wi' a gowden kame,
An' she has put on her net-silk hose,
An' awa to the tryste has gane.
O saft, saft, fell the dew on her locks,
An' saft, saft, on her brow;
Ae sweet drap fell on her strawberry lip,
An' I kiss'd it aff I trow:
"O whar gat ye that leal maiden,
“Sae jimpy lac'd and sma'?
“O whar gat ye that young damsel,
“Wha dings our lasses a'!
"O whar gat ye that bonnie, bonnie lass,
"Wi' heaven in her e'e?
"O here's ae drap o' the damask wine,
"Sweet maiden, will ye pree?"
“Sae jimpy lac'd and sma'?
“O whar gat ye that young damsel,
“Wha dings our lasses a'!
"O whar gat ye that bonnie, bonnie lass,
"Wi' heaven in her e'e?
"O here's ae drap o' the damask wine,
"Sweet maiden, will ye pree?"
Fu' white, white was her bonnie neck,
Twist wi' the satin twine,
But ruddie, ruddie grew her hawse,
While she sipp'd the bluid-red wine.
"Come here's thy health young stranger fair,
"Wha wears the gowden kame—
"This night will mony drink thy health,
"And kenna wha to name."
Twist wi' the satin twine,
But ruddie, ruddie grew her hawse,
While she sipp'd the bluid-red wine.
"Come here's thy health young stranger fair,
"Wha wears the gowden kame—
"This night will mony drink thy health,
"And kenna wha to name."
Play me np Sweet Marie," I cry'd,
And loud the Piper blew—
But the Fiddler play'd ay struntum strum,
An' down his bow he threw,
And loud the Piper blew—
But the Fiddler play'd ay struntum strum,
An' down his bow he threw,
