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THE WORM OF SPINDLESTONHEUGH

She hadna bided a month but three
With silk bands to her side,
When word is come to Lady Helen
To meet her father's ae new bride.

"Ye'll bring the owsen and the sheep to stall,
Ye'll bring the kye to stand;
Ye'll set the first key in my girdle,
The neist key at my hand."

"But gin he has wedded a witch woman
To work sic teen on me,
I'll come nae mair to Spindlestonheugh
Till green grow in a dry tree."

And she's done on her braw girdle,
Between the sun and moon;
And she's done on her kaims of gold,
Her gold gown and her shoon.

She's tied her hair in three witch knots,
I wot, abune her bonny een;
And for her hair and her body,
I wot she might have been a queen.

"I wish the sickle was in the rye,
And the rye was ower my head;
And aye the next rose I shall gather,
I wish the white may be the red."

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