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The village clock it now had struck,
The hour ayont the ten,
When, in her smock, she did unlock,
The door and let me in.
As it was dark she low did heark
To mak but little din.
For blackguards low are on the go,
And wanting to get in
My coat and hat I then threw aff,
My hankerchief and shonn;
Then quick I fled into hea bed-
For sound slept a' her kin.
Then Cupid said. Be not afraid,
In joy your love now do,
For Angerona here doth reign,
And mortal ne’er shall know.
But Stirling Will was for the mill.
His horn he did blaw;
And one kiss more she ask'd before
That I would gang awa.
I kiss’d this maid then out of bed,
My clothes I on did throw;
I never smoke, but did unlock
The door, and off did go.
