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Now when he came before the king,
He fell low on his knee.
The king he turned him round about,
And the saut tear blint * his ee.
" Win up, win up, my bonnie boy !
Gang frae my companie !
Ye look sae like my dear dauchter,
My heart will burst in three."
" If I look like your dear dauchter,
A wonder it is none :
If I look like your dear dauchter,
I am her eldest son."
" Will ye tell me, my little wee boy.
Where may my Margaret be ?"
" She's just now standing at your yetts,
And my six brothers her wi'."
" O where are a' my porter boys,
That I pay meat and fee.
To open my yetts baith wide and braid,
Let her come in to me ?"
When she came in before the king,
She fell low on her knee :
" Win up, win up, my dauchter dear ;
This day ye'll dine wi' me."
" Ae bit I canna eat, father.
Nor ae drap can 1 drink.
Till I see my mother and sister dear,
For lang o' them I think."
When she came in before the queen.
She fell low on her knee :