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AT CANDLEMAS
Lang syne at Candlemas
At first cam o’ the mune,
I, a bit lassie,
Hame-gaun fae the toon,
Fell in wi’ a stranger
Frail as ony reed,
Wi’ a green mantle
Hapt aboot her held.
Haste, I wad haste me,
The whinny road along,
Whinny, crookit road
Faur the grey ghaists gang.
Wi’ her een fu’ o’ spells,
Her broo rankled sair,
She micht weel be the witch
O’ the Braid Hill o’ Fare.
Here cams Candlemas,
A wan deein’ mune,
Eh ! bit I’m weary.
Cauldrife wis the toon!
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