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232 MINSTRELSY OF
" The night it is her low lykewake,
" The morn her burial day,
" And we maun watch at mirk midnight,
" And hear what she will say.''
Wi' doors ajar, and candle light.
And torches burning clear,
The streikit corpse, till still midnight,
They waked, but naething hear.
About the middle o' the night.
The cocks began to craw ;
And at the dead hour o' the night.
The corpse began to thraw.
O whae has done the wrang, sister,
" Or dared the deadly sin ?
Whae was sae stout, and fear'd nae dout,
" As thraw ve o'er the linn P'""
Young Benjie was the first ae man
" I laid my love upon ;
He was sae stout, and proud-hearted,
" He threw me o'er the linn."

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