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Before they were well on the other side
 He set a sair cast them between—
"O gin we were by the Emmetburn
 Under the little leaves green,
Between the birks and the Emmet water,
 We had the better been."

When they came on that weary border,
 He sent an ill thing them amang;
"We winna ride ower to Hermitage,
 The wa's they are too strang;
But we will ride to the low castles,
 Though the ways be ill to gang."

Out then spak Burd Marjorie's lover,
 He was a fair man of his face;
"Gin I may be wroken of Lord Soulis
 I have sma' care of my place;

"Gin I may be wroken of Lord Soulis
 I have sma' care of ony thin
Of the wine for shedding, the sheets for wedding,
 The kirk for christening.

"I have sma' care of my sad body
 Upon the ground to gang;
Gin I wist where I might be wroken of him
 I wad give it to him. strang."

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