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And she spied him weel and very weel
Gin she might his body see;
O wha is yon gangs hoodless,
For my love it mauna be.

And she sought weel and very weel
Gin she might him behold;
She was mair fair of his fair body
Than the rain is of the mould.

And a' the men that were her before
They were red and nothing wan;
And when she saw his goodly face,
She weened it was another man.

And when she looked his face upon,
It was wan and nothing red,
And a' his hair was riven wi' rain
That rained upon his head.

O ye'll take out yon hoodless man,
That hirples on the marl;
I thought it were my love, Hynd Robert,
It is but a hireman carl.

And ye'll take out yon gangrel fellow
That hirples on the clay;
I thought it were my love, Hynd Robert,
That hae been lang away.

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