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THE WITCH-MOTHER.
'And the snow upon my heavy lips,
That never shall drink nor eat;
And shame to cledding, and woe to wedding,
And pain to drink and meat.
'But woe be to my bairns' father,
And ever ill fare he:
He has tane a braw bride hame to him,
Cast out my bairns and me.'
'And what shall they have to their marriage meat
This day they twain are wed?'
'Meat of strong crying, salt of sad sighing,
And God restore the dead.'
'And what shall they have to their wedding wine
This day they twain are wed?'
'Wine of weeping, and draughts of sleeping,
And God raise up the dead.'
