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It's not the frost that freezes fell.
Nor blawing snaw's inclemency ;
It's not the cauld that makes me cry,
But ifty love's heart grown caald to me.
When we cam in by Glasgow town.
We were a comely sight ]to see ;
My love was clad in velvet black.
And I mysel in cfamasie.
But had I wist before I kist.
That love had been sae ill to win,
I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold.
And pin'd it Avith a silver pin.
Oh ! oh ! if my young babe were bors?,
And set upon the nurse's knee,
And I mysel were dead and gane,
For maid again Fil never be.

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