BURD MARGARET
"O wua will get me wheaten bread
And wha will get me wine?
And wha will build me a gold cradle
To rock this child of mine?
And wha will get me wine?
And wha will build me a gold cradle
To rock this child of mine?
"There's nane will drink of bitter wine,
Nor eat of bitter bread;
There's nane will ca' me a clean maiden
When my body is dead.
Nor eat of bitter bread;
There's nane will ca' me a clean maiden
When my body is dead.
"Nae silk maun come upon my feet,
Nae gowd into my hair;
My brothers smite me on the mouth,
Where nae man shall kiss mair."
Nae gowd into my hair;
My brothers smite me on the mouth,
Where nae man shall kiss mair."
She held her hands in the wan water
Till the fingers were a' red;
Her face was like nae fair burd's face
That has her maidenhead.
Till the fingers were a' red;
Her face was like nae fair burd's face
That has her maidenhead.
She's streekit the water on her hair,
She's signed it owre her chin,
She's streekit the water on her lips
To let the draps gang in.
She's signed it owre her chin,
She's streekit the water on her lips
To let the draps gang in.
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