BABYLON; OR, THE BONNIE BANKS O FORDIE—D
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Motherwell's MS., p. 174. From the recitation of Agnes
Lyle, Kilbarchan, July 27, 1825.
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There were three sisters, they lived in a bower,
Sing Anna, sing Margaret, sing Marjorie
The youngest o them was the fairest flower.
And the dew goes thro the wood, gay ladie
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The oldest of them she's to the wood gane,
To seek a braw leaf and to bring it hame.
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There she met with an outlyer bold,
Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
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‘Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?’
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‘O kind sir, if I hae't at my will,
I'll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.’
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He's taen out his we pen-knife,
He's twinned this young lady of her sweet life
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He wiped his knife along the dew;
But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
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The second of them she's to the wood gane,
To seek her old sister, and to bring her hame.
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There she met with an outlyer bold,
Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
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‘Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?’
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‘O kind sir, if I hae't at my will,
I'll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.’
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He's taen out his we pen-knife,
He's twinned this young lady of her sweet life.
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He wiped his knife along the dew;
But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
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The youngest of them she's to the wood gane,
To seek her two sisters, and to bring them hame.
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There she met with an outlyer bold,
Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
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‘Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?’
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‘If my three brethren they were here,
Such questions as these thou durst nae speer.’
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‘Pray, what may thy three brethren be,
That I durst na mak so bold with thee?’
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‘The eldest o them is a minister bred,
He teaches the people from evil to good.
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‘The second o them is a ploughman good,
He ploughs the land for his livelihood.
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‘The youngest of them is an outlyer bold,
Lies many a long night in the woods so cold.’
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He stuck his knife then into the ground,
He took a long race, let himself fall on.
